I changed course on today's post because so many people (here on 24, on Instagram, and on Twitter) are now interested in the babies I'm expecting.
Well, really I'm not (exactly) the one expecting.
I took this photo of Phoebe yesterday so you could meet her:
I've named her Phoebe because she's a Black Phoebe and I'm real original like that. (!!)
For those of you who are nature lovers, this is what I know about Black Phoebes.
Black Phoebes live near water. They eat insects and sometimes small fish. They build their nests out of mud on the exterior, and dry plant fibers on the interior. They like to build their nests under things (like cliffs or our pool grotto) so the nest stays hidden from predators.
Here's the current nest for those of you who missed yesterday's post:
Here's another photo of Phoebe taken yesterday:
Why does Phoebe return every year to make a nest in our pool grotto?
Well, our house is near water. We have a lake right behind our house. Also, our pool is a "natural" rock pool and animals frequently think it IS natural. (The pool is actually a salt water pool, unlike the fresh water lake behind our house.)
I'm really nice to Phoebe.
I try to keep the waterfall off until she's done nesting and the babies have learned to fly. It makes it easier for her to fly in and out of the grotto if the waterfall isn't running. Phoebe does not like the waterfall on. Phoebe is used to me swimming every day, and she's even used to me checking on the progress of her babies.
(I peek, but I never touch the nest, the eggs, or the babies once they hatch.)
I keep the dogs away from Phoebe, although Mocha did bark at her once yesterday when Phoebe was being a bit of a dog-pest.
Phoebe in flight after being barked at:
Predators are looming around Phoebe's nest.
Yesterday we had a red shouldered hawk in one of our trees near the pool.
As I do every year, I find myself hoping Phoebe and her hatchlings survive.
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