YstalyferaHistory and HeritageFe Fi Fo
FE FI FO
This latest addition came with NEST, straight from a house which was being demolished. With parents frightened off, they appeared to be around three days old so I could not give any guarantees. I had to cover them with fleece to keep them warm and I was very worried on the second day, as their big fat tummies disappeared and I could see bones through the skin. A trusty tin of "Chappie", kept as emergency food for whatever may turn up, or tadpole supplement after the explosion in our pond each spring, proved a life saver as no end of searching under leaves did not provide a large enough bowl of caterpillars and I was loath to feed them spiders, as these do a good job catching flies. No longer looking like plucked turkeys However, I was feeding at night once and because the light was on, a moth entered the room and, without thinking, I fed it to them. As a breeder of butterflies and moths in the past I did feel an enormous sense of guilt but it just reminds one of the food chain which exists to sustain life. Named them when they grew feathers When feathers appeared I named them, FE the female was very delicate and shy and often stayed in a corner away from her more inquisitive brothers. FI could hold his own but often got stood on; in fact it was he who showed me that they had grown nails over night. There was such a squawking which was more like a cry for help than FEED ME and I noticed that FO was pulling FE's wing. In the first week and a half their feet appeared to be soft white cartilage limbs which they did not stand upright on, until this morning that is, when FO found that he could stand and grip. To save his brother from being dragged around the box it was time for perches and within two days my husband had to make larger ones (in diameter) as they mastered the art of perching. Fo grew nails and perched for the first time Now out of the cardboard box and in a brand new cage FO, who I had reluctantly looked upon as a bully, showed his true colours and I realised that far from being a bully he in fact was very wise, daring and fearless, probably the first to have hatched and his status made him the leader. Not content to use the perches he figured that freedom was up, up and away and so he was the first to use the cage bars as a means of gaining height. With my heart in my mouth I was there to offer a hand in case he fell the few feet from the top of the cage. I could see his brain working: well that was a waste of a climb there appears to be a roof and you can get that hand out of the way, I am free falling... plop. Fi taking a first look
It took FE three more days before she plucked up the courage to go and see what her brothers were doing but then with three of them up there flapping wings like crazy, the shredded newspaper left the building as it were and my room continually looked like a cross country running team had been on a paper chase.
Fe, the female sparrow
When I was drinking a cup of tea the other day I recalled the jackdaws of previous years and especially Jack Jill and Buckets snack of tea dipped digestive biscuits. They would land on the table and strut up to my husband waiting for a piece of biscuit. I had Rich Tea biscuits and the thinking was to strengthen their beaks to be ready for cracking seed, so I offered them and found the tribe not as gentlemanly as the jackdaws because there was no learning to peck just grab and swallow.
Ystalyfera - South Wales
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