Today my great grand son, the farmer, was surprised hearing the wagtails chatter intensively when he was getting near to his wagon which he was trying to prepare for harvesting the grass. So when lifting the lid of the wagon, this is what he found:
Six little one, getting all upset, while their mum and dad got crazy chattering up in the sky. Suddenly one of the them lifted, flying away, to be followed by them all. I wondered if it was their first attempt, they managed perfectly well to use their wings, better than I did up here. They all made a fantastic show for the farmer and his wife and kids, having to do this to them, in order to save their lives. Their parents seemed to keep track of them all and we just have to hope they were grown enough to manage a life outside their secure nest.
The wagtails come back to the place of their birth and it is almost always on the very exact date they arrive in Hovdinge. Amazing! My boss up here know how it works: The wagtail use the same nest their whole life. So hopefully these ones will find their nest which was placed nearby on an old wagon not needed any more. The nest is hidden on strange places, preferably under the engine on a car which is not in use - well, this vehicle was in use! The young birds stay in the nest 11-16 days. Hopefully this was day #16!
I was amused up here! My secretary tells me that this is not the proper way to handle a genealogy blog, just getting excited over a little nest, but I tell her she should learn from the birds, they don't sow, they don't harvest, but are well taken care of. There will be time for the Oscarson's and the Goranson's and the Johansson's and the Johnson's and other dear descendants!
Yours, Göran.
Ps. I'll give you a close up too!
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