Anyway, nice stuff aside ... last night we were trying to get our cat Alfie in at about 23h00, and there was NO sign of him at all (he's lost his collar at the moment, too, so we can't hear his bell ... he's in the feline version of stealth mode). So we called and called, and heard a sudden, high-pitched squawking - which is unusual as birds aren't usually around at that time of night. So this morning, Becky calls him again ... nothing. Eventually he saunters in like some (self-perceived) hard case, has his breakfast and suddenly wants out again. Just before I let him go, I notice a male and female blackbird going bonkers across the courtyard out back ... and then I spot huddled in a corner a baby blackbird with feathers ripped out of its back, but still being fed by its parents (good sign, they haven't abandoned it). So I keep Alfie in (his night patrol having caught up with him, he's now fast asleep), and get my big gardening gloves on and go to pick the blackbird up to put it atop the high, covered birdtable. Broke my heart, as I reached down, as it held its beak open to me to be fed ... I so so gently lifted it up onto the birdtable and quickly moved away so the parents would be happy I wasn't there.As I sit here now, I'm looking at the bird table outside, and the mother blackbird keeps coming back to feed the baby. I'm hoping it won't be so daft as to jump off the birdtable. Alfie won't be going out until I'm sure it's gone, even if he goes mad to go out, he'll bloody well stay in.
I just hope everything works out for that baby bird, in just the same way I hope everything works out for our baby.
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