After last week’s bird adventure I wasn’t expecting to have anything more to do with the birds for a while. The loeries have taken fright and not returned to my garden.
We have been experiencing heavy rain and it rained all night on Friday and most of yesterday, last night and this morning. This afternoon, the sun came out and the garden was bathed in bright sunshine. I decided to go for my daily five laps around the garden [5 000 steps] and see what changes the lovely rain had brought.
As I walked past our scruffy little retaining wall near the garage, I caught sight of a tiny bird out of the corner of my eye. It was completely still with only its bright little eyes moving. I moved a bit closer for a better look and the parent birds went crazy in the tree above, telling me sternly to stay away from their baby.
Of course, I was worried. Could the baby fly? Where was my cat? Push-Push is a lovely cat but she is fond of a bit of bird for her supper. I left Terence around the corner keeping an eye on the baby, and went in search of my little tiger. Fortunately, she was taking a cat bath in the rotting peaches under the tree – yippee! She’s now lovely and stinky of spoiled fruit.
Leaving her to enjoy her rolling, I went back to the driveway and saw the mother standing on the tap and encouraging the baby to fly. The little thing was flapping around furiously and making short flights.
After a lengthily period of trying, the baby managed to get back into the tree and the mother was much happier. Meanwhile, daddy bird had sat in the tree watching.
I was relieved it worked out and the baby got back into the tree. Baby birds are a lot of work to raise and there was the risk of it ending up in Pushy’s tummy if I undertook the task.
My garden is looking rather amazing. Here are a few new flower pictures:
I love my day lilies. You can see the raindrops sparkling on the bottom petal.
The first magnolia of the season.
Take care, friends, and have a lovely new week.