Well, it's something I just can't help, but really I'm a great big softy. Especially when it comes to the birds and squirrels that visit my garden. And don't they just know it!
I think they all communicate with each other too but I'm blessed if I know how. A few days ago I noticed that there were a few male sparrows with broods of about three youngsters each, all clamouring to be fed even though they were the same size as Dad! Realising how hard the Dads were working to put bits of seed or the odd spider into the gapes, I felt somewhat sorry for them and crumbled up a slice of my homemade wholemeal bread and put it on the bird table.
At first only one Dad came down and soon brought his family of three to the bird table and filled them up and off they went. Within ten minutes or so another two Dads came along so I think the first one had told him where to get supper that was easily accessible.
The youngsters were lined up on the fence and the Dads began to stuff the breadcrumbs into the beaks of them one by one and it was soon gone! The youngsters were then taken to the waterlily tub to get a drink and a bath and the next afternoon they were all back again looking for the crumbs on the bird table.
So now every day, I'm crumbling a slice of bread on the bird table and the youngsters are 'parked' there to feed themselves while the Dads get seed from the feeder. The youngsters can also get a drink or bath on their own too.
Hi Grandma,
ReplyDeleteI'm sure those dad's are pleased to have your help. Yep, you're a softy and that's just great!
I managed to save a baby bluebird from "Mister's" mouth this morning. I had to give him two swats with the broom before he let it go. Once he did, that little thing took off. I was so happy the bird got away that I gave Mister another swat of the broom for good measure.
We've since made up, but he knows I mean business now.
It's a shame you have to admonish Mister for doing what comes naturally, but at least the bird got away to have another chance at life.
ReplyDeleteYes, I hated fussing at him but bluebirds are rare around here. If it had been a nasty starling he was noshing on, I'd have set him a plate! Those things are loud, aggressive and they run all the other birds away too.
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