Nestlings plus

There's a very small viewing space into the Capezzio nest. Two babies. Maybe they should be named TuTu A and TuTu B. They'll fledge soon.

When they fledge they'll get into the surrounding bushes, but I hope they get across the avenue into our garden.

The traffic sign sparrows are fascinating. Upstairs is still under construction, one bit at a time.  Downstairs has three voracious babies. I finally figured out what the front door plastic is, a condom!

Parent has arrived with food, looks like a sesame stick from a trail mix pack.  I checked later on. All babies still alive. A sesame stick is a hell of a snack for a tiny baby.

Another nest under construction and one new fledgling. Love that beak.

Back to the lamp post.  Pulling building materials inside.

Sometimes the snack is tiny.

Another fledgling by the lake. FuzzWuzz.

I am looking for more exotic birds. Here's a blackpoll, probably immature male. Orange legs were the ID clue.

And lastly, the black crowned night heron who sat staring. No catch observed.

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Love the babies

It's nice to still see a warbler,  the magnolia.

The red eyed vireo here for the summer

On to babies..... 72nd street directional sign.... upstairs condo.... can't see inside, but lower condo has three nestlings, hard to see at this point. Plastic front door.

By Capezzio Store on Amsterdam Avenue, very well hidden robin nest. One baby has already fledged.

On to Tanners. I heard the baby voice first, saw youngster hiding in leaves. Finally came out on the rock to explore, but went back into dappled leaves.

Time to be fed. I delivered some cranberries. Down the hatch.  The Papa did place a worm on the ground in front of  baby, but baby was clueless as to what it was or how to do anything with it.

Baby voices in the pine tree. Ooo, a new baby.

Papa and kid. He's in charge of supplying food and safety.

A second new babies. From behavior I knew these were new fledglings. Adorable.

I looked for the nest. Right over my head.

The noisiest fledglings. This starling didn't understand MOVE.  Stood there till I was 9" away. Then it scurried ahead. I'm not sure it had the fly part yet, because all it did was scurry. It felt like shooing a kindergarten kid.

FOOD!!  I want food NOW!!

Young starlings crack me up.  Definitely not opera singers.
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