In a previous post, I had been wondering how the catbirds had made out with their nesting. I hadn't seen any juveniles at all, which made me wonder. Then today I came home and found one -- dead, in the middle of my patio. It wasn't obvious why it had died, or how it had been killed. Normally I'd blame the neighbor's cat, but the bird didn't look like it had been mauled in any way. So it's a bit of a mystery.
It's sad, of course, but mortality is high among juvenile birds. And if this one successfully fledged, there might well be others. They're probably pretty retiring, though.
In happier news, the chickadees in the birdhouse seem to be doing well. The parents are frantically busy, as the parents of all newborn birds must be. No caterpillar in my yard is safe for the next few weeks at least.
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