Well, it is a fine sunny day in the Ozarks, at least for today the sun is out. The weatherman told us in no uncertain terms that if we wanted to get any lawn mowed, today was the day as it is fixin’ to rain again tomorrow. After we have received over 5 inches of rain in the last 8 days, it seems a little excessive to be getting more. But the weather Gods do not ask, they only do.
Anyway, the lawns did not stop growing just because it was raining, and so we are all out to get the entire 2 acres mowed today. We were taking a short lunch break when we noticed that the Mama Brown Thrasher was over under the bird feeder acquiring bugs for her fledgling.
Having spent a few moments indoctrinating the youth into the mysteries of bug hunting, she left the chick to its own devices and headed off to the end of the path under the day lily forest back there.
The chick made a few desultory motions towards the hunting activity, but he was a lot more interested in receiving manna from mamma’s mouth, and quickly lost interest. As I was waiting for her to come back and do some more feeding, I noticed that this chick had a sibling in the area.
The original chick is more or less in the same place in the above photo, off to the lower right under the day lily. Its sibling is at the far left edge of the shot, just in front of the lowest rock border of the Petite Prairie. Don’t see it quite yet? Here’s a close up to help you out.
Mama Thrasher emerged from the day lilies at the end of the path and instructed her youngsters to join her for some more lessons, whereupon they both bustled off down the path in her direction.
So good to know that the brown thrashers have had reproductive success in my yard. They live out behind the plum thicket somewhere. Last time I found one of their nests it was during a fall cleanup about five years ago. I was removing a dead multiflora rose covered in honeysuckle vines and discovered the used and abandoned home stuck in the low fork of the rose.
We now have two pairs nesting in the area, as I have seen all four adults discussing the territorial border lines on occasion.
Now, I’d love to sit here and chat, but the lawn mower is calling me.