Summer has arrived in Tucson with a vengeance, and although temperatures may get down to the 80s by the end of the week, it was 100 degrees when I checked a few minutes ago. Sadly, it's still spring to the birds and animals who are mating and nesting, etc. A couple of days ago I went out my front door and two quail flew out of the big hanging Boston fern in the entry ( http://morning-glory-garden.blogspot.com/search/label/ferns ) , a fern I'd been meaning to take down and repot, but I guess I'll have to wait on the repotting.
I'm not optimistic for their survival. I learned long ago not to count the adorable baby quail trailing behind their parents; there will be fewer every day as they fall prey to predators and other dangers. But some survive, and hopefully some of these will too. It's cool and shady in the entry, but if it's open to the parents, it's also open to other creatures like whatever got a family of house finches almost ready to fly away from that same pot a couple of years ago. That's why I don't want my home to become a nursery - it's impossible to protect the little things and it breaks my heart when "nature red in tooth and claw" claims them.
That's what seems to have happened to the two baby doves that hatched a week ago today in the flimsy nest their mother built atop a 6-foot ladder leaning against the west side of the garage.
Maybe the quail in the fern will do better. I hope so.