We have a nest being occupied by Eastern Pheobes for the second year. It is under the screened in porch off our bedroom.... four beautiful tiny eggs.
Mama Pheobe sits, and waits.
Hatching Day: three....
The next check-in days later brings disappointment, three of the nestlings have either fallen or been pushed from the nest. A quick search of the ground below turns up nothing.
Another day or two goes by and Mama Pheobe is never in her nest, though she is going under the porch often. I can't see the baby through the floorboards, so out I go with my camera (the only way to see in the nest).
My heart sinks. I search the ground beneath the nest but see nothing. Then I think I hear a peep. And another. But from where...it is not from under the nest.
I am looking frantically, trying to hear that faint peeping again...and I do. The baby bird is in an empty compost bag. That I am standing on!! Luckily the bag was clear as the bird is actually tucked inside the plastic. My heart skips as I fear I must have stepped on it, but by God's grace it appears unharmed. This compost bag is three feet from the nest. How? I scooped up this poor bird so quickly I didn't even think to capture a photograph of it, until it was in my hand that is.
Back to the nest sweet bird, hopefully Mama will hear your calls.
I don't know why things are going so terribly this year, in this nest.
I hope that this youngster makes it. I really do.