First, there was the lone male quail with his one baby. I don't know what happened to the mom, but pop is raising the kiddie all by himself. The kid is now big enough to jump up on top of the bird bath to get a drink. They're a lonely little pair.
Then there is the curved-bill thrasher. We couldn't figure out why two thrashers were going round and round the sage bush at the edge of the yard, one constantly chasing the other. We finally figured it out--it's a baby chasing momma. When they wandered closer to us at the edge of the grass we saw one of the thrashers pick up something and then drop it in the dirt. The other thrasher picked it up (with a note of disgust) and shoved it in the mouth of the one who dropped it. The one who dropped it was busy fluttering his wings, telling mama he wasn't adept enough to eat without her shoving it down his/her throat. Oh the trials of motherhood! The kid followed her everywhere even though she tried to get rid of him by flying in another direction.
We have a group of teen-age quail, about twelve in all. A couple of weeks ago, they all very primly followed mom and dad wherever they went. Now they can fly on their own and they seem to be having great fun going in many different directions while mom and dad seem to look like they are fed up with the whole unruly bunch.
Last, but not least, is the mom and dad sparrow who have for the third time built a nest in my wreath that hangs on the front door. The first wreath went through two families. When the fledglings left, I took the wreath down and scrubbed my door--bird poop is like glue. I dumped the first wreath, waited about ten days and put up another only to find the makings of a nest in it. I kept pulling the nest out to discourage the sparrows, but finally was overcome with their tenacious work. OK, so now there are either three or four ugly little birds with their beaks peaking up out of the nest and bird poop building up. A strange note here...while mom sits on the eggs, there is no poop. She keeps it in pristine order.
I know I shouldn't be snooping on the birds, but hey...it's my wreath they are fouling up!