Despite the arctic like conditions we have experienced this month the garden has been busy and we have seen success with several fledged Robins. At one point the garden was busy with the calls of juvenile Robins on both sides of the garden and adult birds getting confused over who belonged to who and who their mates were.
Here are some pictures of at least two individuals, it may be three, if their parents struggle then I have no chance
The young Robins graduated from begging for food from the adults and being fed, to begging and not being fed to coming close to me and being fed. This last activity greatly annoyed the adults and one or two little squabbles would ensue, the young Robins learnt quickly and were quick to the meal worms.
Then one day, they were gone, not to be seen or heard anywhere, the adults became less manic over feeding and a clam returned to the garden. It will be interesting to see if any of the couples decide to have a second brood.
Donald the Robin still comes to the kitchen door and sits on the patio chair staring in the window. I have noticed over the last few days that his breast is losing its vibrant red, becoming a little paler.
One other Robin, this on the mate of the tame Robin that feeds from my hand. The mate just watches and makes no effort to do the same. He has also been quite amusing as he gets confused when surrounded by the juveniles.
Last year we were feeding a Blackbird family, this year our male has been dumped and is on his own. He still comes for the meal worms but we have to feed him inside the house as he gets attacked by his former mate who has young by another male this year. The patch above his eye looks a little better, we are not sure if it might be a wound as a result of one of the attacks, interestingly the other male blackbird has similar wounds but on both eyes.
The garden is looking quite smart right now, although the blossom in this picture all went after the storms on the third May.
That just leaves the Wren, who has become quite a character, it turns up in the early evening, usually when called or by knocking the meal worm dish on the wall. The following photograph lays out where the Wren goes as it finds its way to get a meal.
The starting location is on the log at the far end of the patio under the tree, number 1.
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