Every time I take a walk I see young birds learning to be independent. Some seem to be thriving. Some look terribly scruffy: maybe malnourished or moulting. And some …
have trouble letting go …
I am not sure why this little one wasn’t in a nest. There was a huge group of mockingbirds on the path making a racket. In the centre was this little scene.
The parent bird tossed the wild grape at the baby bird.
Oops. It fell.
There you go. Om nom nom.
Wild grapes are trending with the birds right now. This is what they looked like a month ago:
Now they are so ripe many have fallen.
More than a few remain on the vine tempting me to turn them into jelly.