Eighteen years ago I planted three Australian pines in my front yard. Lost one three years ago, and another last year. Some kind of bug is destroying allot of these trees, according to my son-in-law. Today I decided it was time to cut the dead one down, and hope I can save the last one.
I had two dead limbs on my good tree, so I figured I better get them out of the way also. One was good sized, and as it started to fall. I noticed a morning dove fly away. I thought “Oh no, there must be a nest in the branches.” Sure enough one little baby morning dove huddled in his straw and twig nest.
I gently removed the nest from the dead branches, and repositioned it about 10 foot away in some good living limbs. I wasn’t sure “mama” would come back or not, and didn’t want to be the cause of this “little guys” demise. My grand-daughters were chiding me about the whole situation, and I was hoping she was a good mother, and would return.
Sure enough she was back in about 10 minutes, and she would not budge from that nest for 2 hours, as we worked within feet of her “new” location. Three men, chain saws, lawn mowers, and limb trimmers could not keep this mother from protecting her baby. Unlike some humans who don’t have much of a problem deposing of their babies, this little bird was courageous. When I snapped the picture of her on her nest, I was only about three feet away, and she was holding tight. Hope these two don’t have any more excitement in their lives for awhile. Sometimes it’s hard just being a “bird!”