On Saturday, I went to the Land of Trees – Berkshire to see my mother and for a family lunch.
The weather was lovely and I spent many hours taking photos of their fabulous roses.
There were nesting blue tits – always pretty and I had to be very fast to catch them on my camera.
Can someone please tell me what this bird is? I would say it was medium sized.
Mum has a very gorgeous Patterdale Terrier called Pip – a worthy contendor for any hairy Patterdale admirer.
Some might call Pip “a character” but there is not a mean bone in his body. Totally affable and a glass half-full kind of chap who worships my mother.
The family house is surrounded by Downshire Golf Course. It is beautifully landscaped and well looked after.
Mum is allowed to walk her dog first thing in the morning before the golfers arrive.
So we went out at 07:00 with Pip and she showed me a black coloured bird that had been sitting on its own in the rough for a few days.
Of course, being me I had to go up to the bird, pick it up, have a quick look (finding no obvious)broken bones). However, I could see this bird was dying.
En route home, I dunked him head first in the pond and it gratefully drank. Apparently it is a carrion crow and I think it recently left the nest and somehow hurt one of its’ legs – it hops ok and then goes splat.
I spent the day feeding Tweet (name), or Crow-Thorne (Sunday name), with worms and then we moved onto beef mince and hard boiled egg. Tweet opens the beak, doesn’t snap and doesn’t do that awful panicky flapping thing – I am not a bird person at all but it is easy to feed and to work with. The cage, its night-time home is safe from any visiting foxes. I made a larger run from random dog cage sides, string and bamboo for a perch.
We will see. There is a corvid rescue centre down the road and if it all gets too much for Mum, she will take the bird there. I so wanted to bring it back to Shetland but couldn’t work out the logistics.
Anyway, home now in Shetland and everyone was very pleased to see me.