Bardy had a terrible fall a few days back. All my fault and I continue to feel totally to blame.
The upshot is that Bardy’s development has been delayed and we have spent the last few days just getting back to where we once were.
Obviously, we went to the vet who said she thought no bones were broken and Bardy had bruising. He needed tlc and rest and hopefully, fingers crossed, he would get back to normal.
So, Bardy lives in his cage on the windowsill sitting in the sun listening to classical music.
Today, I went for my weekly flute lesson and Bardy came too. Interestingly, when we played our duets, Bardy stopped chirping and listened. When we stopped to talk and discuss the music, Bardy started to chat away. He recognises music and enjoys it.
Anywho, it is just an observation and we are promoting Bardy’s independence. A few days back, Floss and I put him and his cage outside. I went back 30 minutes later to find Bardy hysterical with fury, shouting his head off, apoplectic with rage demanding to go back indoors. He hated it. This outside scenario would never catch on and I was never to do that again.
So, here are some films from yesterday of the puffins at Sumburgh Head.