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Overheard

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-27-2018

The setting : the sun has just risen ( read : 5.30-ish am). Mummy Dearest is sound asleep  ( hallelujah !) in her little Mary Poppins bed, a black tank top wrapped around her eyes. You see, she has left that big butt sunshade up so that the houseplants get a good dose of sunlight before Casa Mummy Dearest moves into the dark side of the day.

Teenage – or perhaps prepubescent – Magpie is standing on the edge of Mummy Dearest’s open bedroom window ( at least, Mummy Dearest is convinced of this- hidden under her black tank top, it is hard for her to REALLY know):

Hey ! You there ! What’s for breakfast ? I’m hungry. Seen Mom or Dad ?

( Mummy Dearest is thinking : I once worried about your nest being blown out of the trees….)

Mother Hen

Posted by Mummy Dearest on May-17-2018

Well big old fudge. Lately as the sun rises, I can hear a nest of wee birds howling for breakfast. If I had been told that this nest was located right above my bedroom window, I would have had no problem believing this.

I knew – from the volume- that it had to be some flavor of Corvids. While I- in general- am afraid of birds ( I saw that Hitchcock film, yes I did)- I do like watching birds and I have a serious fondness for Corvids ( note that photo in my profile).

I was guessing that I was hearing the offspring from either a Magpie or a Jackdaw.

Watching the trees outside doing line dances in the wind this afternoon, I spotted the nest. On the tippy-top branches of this huge horse chestnut tree just to the right of my bedroom window.

That nest is on a gut dropping roller coaster ride at the moment.

Well, big old fudge. Hang in there, nest.

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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-12-2015

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Birdie

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Mar-5-2011

Birdie died last night. Or perhaps early this morning.

Birdie was a male sparrow.

A note should be made of this.

I knew that Birdie was going down hill. I was going to let him cross that river and be free, this spring.  But I knew that Birdie was not doing well. I had called Bird Sanctuaries, last year, around here, but a sparrow did not hit  the top ten list. There actually is a waiting list at these places, and a sparrow does not cut the mustard.

Truth be told, no one is upset by Birdie’s death. That is just the way it is. I did not want him to die, but I am not crying. I am a bit surprised, I really did not expect this, so soon. But I did know that he was one miserable bird.

That is why I was going to let him go.

Within hours, someone asked me if I wanted a new bird.

I did not say this, but I do not buy birds. I give them refuge from the storm. I promised myself this. I would never, ever walk away from an injured bird again.  They usually die. And if they do not, you have to let them go once they are better.

I have to clean up Birdie’s cage and make sure that it is not tossed out. I am not walking away from an injured bird, ever again.

I promised myself this.

Mourning Doves

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-28-2010

Today at lunch, The Baby and I finally saw The Mourning Dove chicks.

The Boy had told me that he had seen them on Saturday, but I shall forever be The Doubting Thomas.

There are 3 or 4 of them. They are quite large, 4, 5 inches.

I had read that Mourning Doves will abandon a nest at any threat, so I have not worked on a large part of my Sprys since that nest appeared.

My climbing roses are a mess, but we have Baby Mourning Doves !

They are beautiful to watch.

Guess you have to like birds…

Murder Bird

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-16-2010

I am trying to find a Bird Sanctuary for Murder Bird.

There used to be one not too far away, but, well, a sparrow just does not seem to be that interesting.

They actually have lists of what sorts of birds that they will accept. And a miserable little sparrow is not going to cut the mustard.

I hate the thought of him living in a (very large) cage for his whole life, but I cannot let him go here. He will die within two days.

I can see that he wants *friends*, in particular, a chick.

I cannot believe this. We live in The Netherlands. They take care of everything.

But there is no place that can help Murder Bird to cross that river and be free.

Murder Bird knows why the caged bird sings.

Babies

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-6-2010

We have baby Mourning Doves. I can tell by how *the parents* are behaving : one goes out for the chow, feeds it to the other, and well, the other makes the baby food, bounces around for a bit and then settles back onto the nest, at a higher level then before.

While The Parents have been hanging around here for a very long time, I have not seen them together since they set up the nest.

Now they are together again.

It takes so little to please some of the people in this house.

This is plural.

Mummy Talks To Murder Bird

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-5-2010

I never call him Murder Bird to his..face. I call him Birdie. Shoot me.

He reacts to this name. He likes music, he likes peanuts, he likes these very dark buns from the baker, which, by the way, I am now getting for free. Isn’t that kind of them ? He makes a mess of the canary food.

He likes attention.

Now, with most animals, they will pick up a few words, but the most important thing is your tone of voice.

I spent about 15 minutes talking to Birdie this morning. I explained, exactly, what a Leap of Faith meant. What does he care ? He simply wanted attention.

I keep telling people that this bird should not be here. He is , well, I think, one miserable bird. Sparrows are social birds and I am sure that he wants a dirty woman.There is a bird sanctuary not far away, he should be there, not here. I cannot let him go here, he cannot fly that well and there are too many cats about. He is a cat snack.

I have no idea ( isn’t this becoming a bit of a leitmotif ?) why I know so much about birds.

This morning, I had to explain the difference between a Pigeon and a Mourning Dove. Well, just look at them. A Pigeon is bigger ( and they are terribly dumb), they most likely are in the same family. I do not think that a Mourning Dove is any brighter ( look where they put the nest), but I want this nest to work.

I love Kauwen. This is one smart bird.

A Kauw is a Jackdaw.