Baby blackbirds!
Ever wondered what a baby Blackbird looks like?
Grumpy, brown, chatty and not much smaller than their parents!
This morning I looked out of the studio window and saw the baby blackbird who’s been bobbing about the garden for the past few days.
I’ve heard their chattering and watched the male adult feeding them. I assume lady blackbird is sitting on the next lot of eggs as she’s gone awol and left parenting duties to dad.
Well I was watching them this morning when two more baby blackbirds appeared! A trio of cuteness! How lucky was I that they called my garden blackbird HQ!
It’s been really dry here for quite a while so I’ve been keeping them in fresh water and calciworms while the ground is so hard. They’ve certainly been enjoying birdy bathtime!
The Starling youngsters have been visiting in force too, and another welcome sight are the numerous Sparrow babies blobbling about too! I love this time of year!
I’ll name that tune in one
Walking from the garden back to the house having finally managed to hang some washing out, I’m startled by baby blackbird who was startled by me.
He sat on the garden chair so I stood quietly next to him.
I said hi and told him how beautiful he is and that he’s safe. He flattened himself out a bit as he relaxed in the sunshine.
I could see his body twitching, and I was starting to feel concerned.
The drone of the lawnmowers and strimmers briefly stopped and I was able to hear again.
He was trying to sing! My heart melted into a puddle on the floor and I just couldn’t cope with the amount of joy I felt.
“Oh you are singing?!” I said with delight to him as he kept trying, his little body twitching with effort as his soft little squeaks and peeps floated in the air.
I had to tell my mum and dad about this. I understood how they must have felt when I started making noises…ok, so maybe not, but I was proud nonetheless.
I believe the conversation started with “you know that casserole dish you leant me…”
Perfect size for a baby blackbird bath…
