…and a lesson on the dangers of anthropomorphism.
Each year a pair of pied wagtails have taken over the space round the house to raise a brood. Last year within the wall at the back; this year tucked into the wisteria at the front. Each year strutting across the roof and striding through the open space they like to so much at the front.
Then, midway through courtship, the female developed a bumble-foot like disability
and a little later disappeared. The story we told ourselves was that her burden had made her vulnerable to… the Sparrowhawk? or some other demise.
Weeks went by and the male hung around, keeping watch
and being very bold in approaching us on the ground
The story we told ourselves was that he was in mourning and facing us off.
Then today the one legged partner reappeared.
The story we are telling ourselves is that she has been busy incubating the clutch and is now back in action.
Since there has not been a posting here for three days we need three pictures of the Vole outside the kitchen window
Plus a sharing mouse as a bonus
We seem to be in the highly inefficient process of nurturing a succession of very small duck broods.
The Middle Ducklings (all two of them) are enjoying being big ducks in a small pool
While the Lower Ducklings (an enormous group of three) are still thinking about life
There is much excitement when they meet
Other young birds are busy learning the meaning of life too.
This young Robin flew into the pig house and needed help getting out
The young great tits practice drinking while dressed in their pristine plumage
This young Goldfinch had not yet learned about windows
The young Swallows keep their heads down
Bees are exciting
Our preparations to house a few continue
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