He has always been with his father, begging to be fed as young birds do.
"Feed me, Daddy! Feed me!" |
But today was different. He came alone. And not just to the feeder but to the crepe myrtle tree too. I had fun watching him pluck off dried seed pods with his beak.
"Got one!" |
For the most part he was successful at maneuvering the seeds into his mouth. But every so often...he lost his grip.
Whoops! Is that one going to make it? I don't think so... |
and dropped the seed pods to the ground. Poor baby. Learning how to feed yourself is hard work.
Looks like another seed bound for the ground... |
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