And so it begins…
As soon as I walked into the wildlife unit this week I knew Spring had arrived. From every corner of the room cheeps, chirps and chirrups could be heard, and you wouldn’t believe how deafening they can be, especially first thing in the morning when they all want to be fed at the same time.
It takes a few minutes to adjust and adapt, but now is the time to really get a wriggle on.
First, all the boxes with towels over them must be examined, these contain the most recent arrivals, so they need to be found new quarters and settled in. There is not an inch of space at the moment so finding places for the chicks to go is an undertaking in itself.
The next job is to identify the youngest chicks that need hand feeding, then sort out their respective feeds, all different of course!!!
I’m lucky to even get a blurry picture of these hungry chicks, they flap their wings furiously and are incredibly fidgety, some of them will fly off my hand, but soon return for their grub, often settling on my head. They certainly have no interest in sitting still….well, not until they’ve eaten anyway.
Hours and hours go by in a blur, and all the while the phone is ringing and more animals are arriving…..and people turn up to look around, which is something that happens more often during school holidays.
It’s really hard work getting food into the new inmates, but it’s something I simply love doing. Time flies and I don’t even notice, or get hungry or even thirsty, well, until I arrive home.
So, a couple of stories for you. Now y’see these runner duck chicks? Well, the woman who brought them in claimed to have been handed them by someone who said they ‘d kill them if she didn’t take them. Really???? Hmmmmm, personally I think someone is breeding them and these will all turn out to be boys. There are four of them and they are all different ages.
Again, sorry about the blurry pic…but this duckling positively bounces about.
Yesterday, a member of staff arrived at the rescue only to find this duckling sitting outside the door. Struth, the animals are bringing themselves in now!
Anyway, that one was sorted out and a few hours later a dog walker came tearing in hollering something about more ducklings. So a co-worker and I ran out and found another two across the road from the rescue. It was a rather unnerving capture as the chicks were on the pavement of a deadly road which is on a tight bend, but fortunately we quickly caught one each and popped them in with number one, within a few minutes all three were snuggled together.
They’re obviously all from the same brood and it’s a good thing that duckling number one isn’t alone as they don’t do terribly well without siblings. When I got home, I received a text saying that a fourth had been found outside the rescue in the flower bed, hopefully any remaining ducklings will also be found.
Something must have happened to mum, my theory is that she flew off as there is a field opposite the rescue that had been freshly ploughed, that may have scared her off.
Look at the top right of this pic, by Curly’s kennel, can you see him?
Over the last few months I’ve noticed a black and white cat hanging around the garden. I’ve also heard it and Curly yowling at each other during the night. Also, the dried food I’ve been putting out for Curly has been going down really quickly, I assumed it was the hedgehogs eating the biscuits.
Now, last week, each time I’ve taken wet food out for Curly, I’ve caught the black and white cat sitting in Curly’s kennel feasting on his food. The first time the newcomer fled, the second time it looked at me and yowled, as if to say…”Are we cool about this then?”
The next day it yowled, put it’s tail in the air and made my acquaintance, purring and rubbing around my legs.
That’s when I finally realized it only has three legs, one of it’s back legs has been amputated.
It runs really well but walks quite badly. Given it’s had surgery, surely it has a home? I noticed it was rather skinny when I was stroking it, but I suppose it must use a lot more energy walking on three legs.
Anyway, I have a feeling it’s adopted me and whether it has a home or not, it’s here to stay!!!
I think I shall call him Comfrey, Curly and Comfrey, yes, that has a nice ring to it.