First Chick

I opened the blinds this morning to see two blackbirds on our lawn by the window.
At first, I thought it was a male and female, but then the cheeping started and I realised it was a chick and adult male! The chick was almost as big as Dad.
I was told the other day that blackbirds fledge to ground rather than trees, and thus are sitting ducks for predators such as cats, crows or gulls.
I haven’t seen many cats around here, certainly none in our garden, but if I did see one stalking the birds, I would shoo it away, even though I know it’s instinct.
I haven’t got any pictures yet, but when I do, they’ll be published here.
This is a google image I’ve used before.
Meanwhile in the park, the four and three goslings have now joined ranks, and the lone gosling and ducklings are still swimming happily together with the female duck.
The difference in size from the first two broods to these is amazing, and to think there is only a couple of weeks between them.
I’m looking forward to seeing their first flight. The wings aren’t sturdy or big enough by a long shot, but it should be quite fascinating to see them testing their wings.
Again this is a google image

About pensitivity101

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! We have recently lost our beloved dog 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, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. 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.
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