A bit of a cheat this one, incorporating 2 consecutive letters.
On our second walk up to the High Street today, we passed a wall upon which was a Bird.
It made no effort whatsoever to fly away, even when Maggie got close.
I thought it was an elderly blackbird which made me think of ‘The Old Boy’ from the cottage who we think died the last winter we were there as we hadn’t seen him for a while.
He would visit often and was easily identified by the white feathers in his wings.
Blackbirds are relatively short-lived birds with a life expectancy of only 3.4 years. Of course this is only the average life expectancy and the actual age of an individual blackbird is highly variable with many not surviving their first year whilst the oldest blackbird recorded was 20 years and 3 months old.
However, looking at these pictures, it doesn’t have that distinctive yellow beak, and this little chap is in fact a fledgling Crow.
I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
It could be a kid, still learning to fly. We have them here too. The parents fly over us when their kids are on the ground.
I must admit it’s the first time I’d seen a young crow (I still think they’re ugly!) He wasn’t too worried about flying off, but it could have been he was tired or confused and thought the best policy was not to move so that no-one could see him!
Could be that too. We’ll never know 🙂
Well, how about that? I didn’t know that beak color was a surefire way to tell them apart. I always thought it was more about size.
And now I shall be blackbird hunting.
Kinda hankerin’ a pie. 😛
I loved watching the blackbirds raising their families in our back garden. Blackbirds are members of the thrush family, I suppose because they’re songsters. I’m glad they’re not corvoids.
I’ve only recently learned that the way to tell male and female swans apart is by the colour of their beaks, and it’s the same with the white ducks here…… the pale beak denotes female. This was confirmed when several males (usual drakes and a white) ganged up on a female white, and I was surprised they didn’t drown her. Glad I’m not a female duck!