While we’ve been in lockdown the past few months, I’ve watched with interest the antics and the movements of a pair of Blackbirds that regularly hunt in our tiny backyard.
Their energies hit high level just a couple of weeks or so ago, and I eventually figured out by watching that they were engrossed in a bush in the next-door backyard. A nest no doubt.
Then last week the frequency of visits, the amount of a calling and the digging in the garden went into really high gear.
Now, I’m not a bird feeder, so for a couple of days I simply refrained, but a sliced apple core, or a small handful of sultanas, or mixed fruits, raisins seemed to be the favourite, saw them ducking over the fence line with full beaks.
I had to smile.
Looking out at the rain soaked ground, lo and behold, not one, but two big fat chicks sitting in the dry under the pergola. With mum and dad making constant trips to top them up.
Why sultanas? Well one of my Flickr friends in England David Brooker posted what must be the ulitmate friendship between human and blackbird.
Copyright David Brooker (2020), https://www.flickr.com/photos/davidbrookerimages/with/50412253708/
Here’s Mum feeding one of the young ones a small piece of pear.