Have a quick look at the birds on the feeder outside the kitchen window.
Over the years I have released dozens of doves, which have successfully bred with the feral pigeons I’ve released, producing some seriously, pretty crosses, and an ever-growing flock for me to feed.
The white bird has a few black spots on it’s back, while the feral pigeon has white wings. There are about twenty now who clearly show their dove lineage. Eventually that dove gene will disappear, and the feral gene will dominate. They are all rock pigeons after all.
This blackbird has to be the scruffiest I have ever seen. Most of his tail feathers are missing and he has many bald spots, feather mite I think. After his winter moult, his feathers should grow back again.
Despite his tatty appearance, he is an excellent father and is now feeding his second brood with my strawberries……I’m leaving them uncovered, he needs them more than me. I’ve noticed that the blackbirds start feeding their chicks fruit when they are about ten days old.
Herring gull season is now upon us! We have a sudden run on chicks; they are utterly adorable at this age, cute, tame and spotty. In a few weeks they will become demons who specialize in hanging off our fingers.
They are also INCREDIBLY messy! Their crates need cleaning several times a day.
Just as some of the adult hogs are being released, babies are arriving, these liit’uns can feed themselves but need to go home with staff each night to ensure they are warm enough. They just need their heat-pads topping up.
On the garden front,
Monarda are coming into flower, I do love these flowers.
It’s that time of the year when the garden runs away with itself. I cannot keep up. As fast as I weed one border the previous one fills with weeds.
I have been battling the ivy on this fence, it has suddenly become an impenetrable thicket, it’s taking ages as I have to cut carefully to avoid any nests that may be in there.
Sculptures are disappearing…..
and a small miracle has come to pass, a rust-free Hollyhock! Struth!
There be seventy pears on this tiny tree!
Yes….I counted, I’m sad like that!