A few weeks ago, I watched a tiny wren diligently moving bits of twigs and grass into a convenient hole in the bumper of the camper next door to mine. These birds chose to use the dog's water dish for a bird bath. So I got my trusty old copper birdbath from the house garden and installed it on a power pole beside the new wren home.
Here's the bumper where I trust babies are growing up in that nest. I don't go too close right now as I don't want to upset the parents and I hope to see a family in due time, when they are ready to fly. Meanwhile, I marveled at the tiny size of these feathered friends and was amazed to watch them carry bits into the hole to build their nest.
On a sadder note, early this evening I stumbled upon this baby robin sitting in the grass near a few large evergreens. I cannot spot his nest nor have I noticed the parents nearby, but I sense they must be around the area. I hated to leave the little fellow as night was falling and I hope he's OK come morning. I hope the parents find him and continue to feed him as it seems he's too small to fly yet or to find food for himself. When I dashed in to google what to do about baby birds, I realized there was no way that I would be able to feed and raise him....that would just be way over the top in a camper with a cat and a dog!!
In a broader sense, WillOaks Campground is a vibrant bird sanctuary with so many species either passing through, or staying around and calling it home. So I guess it is inevitable that sooner or later, a bird drama or two would unfold. Fortunately, it's mid week and there aren't many tenters around to disturb this little guy so maybe he's got a chance if the parents return at day light? I can only hope they do.