I don't know how else to say it ... it's Just Plain Weird Out There!!
Let's Start with the Phoebe Nest
Now, normally, I would not even consider sending you images including my new nemesis -- the Rat Snake -- but -- IF you choose to read on, you're going to see a snake. I'm with the majority when it comes to snakes -- EWWW!! In this case, however, my fascination with the scene of the snake's return overtook the EWWW.
Read on if you will ...
In the first picture, you will see Momma Phoebe (who is sitting on 5 eggs) flaring her tail -- a sign that she is reacting to a threat and attempting to intimidate it. That was at 10:50 p.m.
What this snapshot tells me is that the safety barriers I had put in place were effective. A snake got UP the wall, across from the nest, but s/he failed to reach the platform. At 10:50 p.m., I was feeling pretty good about myself.
That all changed just after midnight.
Phoebe Reacting to Snake Presence
Just after midnight, the Rat Snake had managed to find a 1/2" square hole in the armor I had constructed to protect the Phoebe nest. He slid onto the platform. What I found weird is this: Momma Phoebe was wide awake, watching the snake approach -- and she just sat there. She sat there even as the snake climbed the side of the nest -- arched less than an inch from her body. I'm yelling at her to move. I'm praying I won't see her die.
For 30 seconds the Phoebe and the snake simply stared at each other. What the heck!! Finally the standoff ended. The snake struck and Momma Phoebe took flight -- lifting the clamped-on snake off the nest. In the end, Momma Phoebe did escape unharmed. The snake writhed in apparent agony as s/he struggled to clear its throat from a mass of dry Phoebe down.
Phoebe and Rat Snake Stare at Each Other
Rat Snake Strikes the Phoebe
And, yes, in the end ... the snake won. Five Phoebe eggs became its midnight snack. I have NO idea what the Phoebes will do now. In my experience, if a clutch is lost, the parents will begin again. I've heard stories about Phoebes repeatedly using a given nest site even after losing multiple broods to snakes. As for me, I will continue on my quest to protect "my" birds ... humbled, but undeterred.
On a MUCH brighter note ... when I finally made myself go back through the camera footage of the snake attack on the House Finch nest ... one of the two nestlings escaped the attack. S/he flew strong and hard off the platform. With all that the Finch family endured, there was a special touch of joy in that maiden flight.
Weirdness at the Garden Bluebird Nest
Over at the Garden Bluebird nest, more weirdness is playing out. In all of my years of observing Bluebird nests, there has been no variation to this pattern: One egg per day, every day. Overnight incubation begins after the final egg of the clutch has been laid.
Well ... not at the Garden House. Egg 1 was laid on June 19 ... followed by Egg 2 on June 20, and Egg 3 on June 21. There was no added egg on June 22, yet Momma Blue wasn't incubating overnight. I also noticed she wasn't rotating the eggs with the usual frequency. All of this made wonder if the eggs weren't viable.
Then ... on June 24th, a 4th Egg was laid. And that's it. Momma Blue is rotating the eggs, incubating them frequently during the day ... but not incubating at night. I have NO idea what's going on.
Between the black bear, three snake attacks in under a week, and the strange goings on at the Bluebird nest ... I'm trying to prepare myself for the appearance of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Weirdness Along the Chain Link Fence
I've lived at The Retreat for six years now. I am quite accustomed to Drake's love of sighting a deer in the distant landscape then tearing down to the fence, barking ... apparently loving the macho feeling of making those deer scatter. Not this week.
The scene started out the same -- a doe in the woods and Drake making a loud bee-line for the fence. For 10 minutes, there was a stand-off. The doe did not flee. She came at Drake -- and he at her -- the fence between them. I have NO doubt, Drake though they were playing -- a dream come true! Up and down the fence line they went. I had visions of the doe jumping the fence to make this more personal -- a scene I did not want to witness!!
I hauled Mr. Macho back to safety. He collapsed on the cool, tile floor for the next two hours. At 9, he's not a young man anymore. Drake is currently grounded from playing along the fence. Since June is peak fawning season in Georgia, I'm guessing the doe has fawns nearby and she undoubtedly isn't going to back down from keeping them safe.
One of the cameras caught the scene ... the chase and the "play". There are many videos on the web of deer genuinely playing with dogs along a fence line ... but ... I'm pretty sure the only one at play in this video was Drake. And, as you'll see, he nearly killed himself in the process.
Yeah ... standby for that Tyrannosaurus video.
