Our babies have left home:
But, fascinating though it was observing wildlife close at hand, it became quite stressful too ~ particularly for Indie. Whenever she was allowed into the courtyard, (and sometimes when she wasn’t!) she stationed herself on watch beneath the nest.
It was amazing how quickly the adult pair adapted to her presence. With complete faith in their own ability, they swooped out within inches of her head. Loaded with grubs, they’d sneak back home via a plum tree at the rear. When she became too inquisitive, they’d bob along the top of a nearby arch, cheeping impatiently until I shooed the pesky mutt inside.
When we first discovered that a Blackbird Family had moved into the ivy on our fence, we could only hear the hatchlings chirping from the depths of their twiggy crib. A few days later three hungry beaks poked up over the rim, like their nursery~rhyme namesakes~in~a~pie, crying ‘Feed me NOW!’
On Wednesday morning, while Mum and Dad were out worm~hunting, I took a sneaky peek and it was shocking. In just over a week the delicate chicks had grown enormous Their combined weight had tipped the nest forward, so I could see them clearly, squabbling for space like cranky teenagers, ever hungry for more food. And there was I worrying that they’d be too traumatised by Indie’s avid interest to survive!
By that afternoon Mama Bird had clearly had enough. Deciding that it was time the kids moved out, she landed on the arch, a tempting morsel dangling from her beak and called, ‘Dinner’s ready, come and get it!’ But the lazy teens refused to budge out of their comfort zone ~ and they were never going to with eager canine eyes fixed on their every move. So I dragged Indie away from ‘Fledgling Watch’, keeping her indoors with us, to allow them privacy.
That must have done the trick. When I looked again the following morning only one fat chick remained nest~bound. And, as soon as it spotted my giant face peering at it through the ivy, it launched itself from the furthest edge, onto the ground beyond the fence:
I hurried though the gate to offer a helping hand but Mother Nature had it covered. The parents landed on the porch roof and pattered back and forth, keeping lookout and cooing encouragement. ‘C’mon buddy, you can do this. Spread your wings and fly….we’re birds, that’s what we do!’
So I left them to it.
When I checked back later, junior had taken flight and Papa Bird was wheeling up above, as if in victory:
Now Indie can reclaim her favourite spot for basking in the sun:
And we can all relax.