This was the perfect gardening weekend. We decided to stay close to home, and a good thing too: Our first hatchlings of the season just made their debut.
First, we spotted a mourning dove nest in the front yard, so flimsy, precarious, and low to the ground that every time I pass by, I have to fight the urge to fortify it. The parents are watchful and protective. With some luck, this may yet succeed [Note from a week later: It did not succeed. A cat got to the nest and must have eaten one of the hatchlings. I found the second one still alive. The parents abandoned the nest, sadly. I was glad to learn that wildlife rehabilitators in Virginia take in these orphaned birds and help them survive: http://wildlifecenter.org/rescue-advice].
Chickadees, catbirds, and cardinals, all paired up, seem to be constantly around and preoccupied as well. We haven’t spotted their nests yet. Until we do, the chipmunks are entertaining enough. IF you can spot them, that is. One blink–and they are gone.