Back to work today after a four day weekend, hard
transition. Thank goodness my back is so much better today.
A couple of weeks ago my local Starbucks closed its doors
for renovation. Very clearly on the shutters that are enclosing the store
frontage is a sign that says re opening on June 4h. What do I do this morning
but go there to have my usual morning coffee and internet chat with family.
What did I find? Well the signs are still up and the store is still closed. So
back to my second choice store where not surprisingly no one knows when the
store will re open. Goodness only knows what the staff are doing.
There is an interesting programme on TV called ‘Springwatch.’
It really appeals to me as it is about the critters and birds that live in the
local garden. They have nest-cams and is lovely to see the baby birds growing day
by day.
It reminds me of when my beloved Siamese discovered that a
daft thrush had built its nest on an easily access able fence line. Cat caught and dispatched one, and then
another and then obviously fully fed caught the third and was playing with it
on our front step when I went to investigate the noise. Unfortunately it was too
late for that one, but when I heard the nose again I was quick enough to save
it. So what to do with a helpless hardly feathered baby bird. My oldest daughter
ably took on the role of surrogate Mum. Bird took up residence in of all things
the cat cage (the one we used to take him to the vet in). Daughter did an
excellent job and pretty soon bird had recovered from its feline ordeal and
grew into a very handsome male. She would let it out regularly to exercise and
when it was tired it would snuggle down in her hand or on a convenient lap.
As it grew she decided that it was time to introduce it to
live food, so dug up some worms for a tasty meal. Daughter took bird from his
cage and set him down on a few sheets of newspaper and popped a wriggler down in front. Well it was so
funny to see bird take fright at the sight of a tiny squirming worm. It did
make us all laugh. Squeamish daughter had to cut the wriggler into segments to
feed her baby. After a while bird got the idea and would scoff down the wriggly
offering as fast as they were presented to it.
Now we were presented with a problem. In rescuing bird we
had inadvertently removed its fear of humans and in fact pretty much everything
that it should be wary of. What to do? If we released bird it would most
certainly soon become a meal for something.
I remembered going to a bird show a few years before and
seeing blackbirds and thrushes on display. A phone call to the local cage bird
society led us on to one of their members who kept British songbirds. The bird
fancier was pleased to give bird a new home in a spacious aviary and we were pleased
to see it go to a safe home.
i remember that, but not the wriggler bit, or the fact that we were handling it. I do remember giving it mushed food, but maybe that was another of said cat casualties. Did you ever find out how it got on???
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