I lied.
When I found the second curve-billed thrasher nest of the season,
I proclaimed I wouldn't pester the parents, given the mysterious disappearance
of the first set of fledglings. But then you all convinced me that
I probably wasn't responsible for that, so I started checking the new nest
every once in a while...then every other day...
...and now every time I go outside.
This set of parents is much more involved with their children than the first.
Mama Bird: I could use some backup here! She's getting awfully close!
Papa Bird answered the call and flew right over.
I thought he was going to land on my head.
He issued a stern warning to keep my distance.
Who am I to argue with a bird tough enough to live in a cactus?
