So, the week I arrived in Arizona, Henry and I spotted this awesome nest in my dad's Aleppo pine tree. Those of you who know me, know that I am not really a nature person, so you can imagine my excitement when came on this pine cone-nest with momma bird all by myself. My dad was proud and he told me the bird looked like a morning dove (a nature person).
I have been "babysitting" this nest and bird for about two weeks now. Henry and I went out today and no mom. I looked around for the shell...maybe the birds were born! The egg shell was on the ground with ants inside it. What do you think this means!!?! Who killed my baby birds???? I sadly went to my dad and he said it was probably the wind storm, but that the mom will come back and lay more eggs next time. NEXT TIME? What about THIS time? All that worrying for nothing! I don't really even like animals--I am no Pamela Anderson (in more ways than one), but I am sad about this mom and all the time she spent sitting on those eggs. I mean we bonded and stuff. Just when my "moving-funk" was lifting--THIS!
Well, Henry & I are going to pay our respects. I will let you know if she comes back. I took that picture by the way.