Three fledglings in the yard.
Almost one. Almost. Time. Passing. The little cheep cheep fledgling visited again this morning. Naoise was delighted and watched it hop from bay to jasmine trellice to table to step to under table and away again. Nervous friendly fluffy cheep cheep. Checking us out looking and looking again. It wanted to come in the house but I don’t want that. A bird in the house gets so panic stricken and its hard to get a bird out once its in.
Mum thinks its a baby robin. MUM RINGS. She is busy we don’t talk for long, though I could bore her with all the ins and outs and minor incidents of my life. Oh yawn. PATRICK RINGS. As I am on the phone to Patrick I hear the cheep cheep sounds. Sure enough outside there is the little bird. I crumble up some oat cakes to feed it with. I chat to Patrick and as I chat I notice another fledgling and then another. There isn’t just one fledgling but a whole family. They dance and chase each other around my yard. What a sight. What a surprise. I am delighted by my visitors. Naoise will be thrilled. He told me he had seen two yesterday, I hadn’t quite believed it, now I do. This will explain the frequency of visits and they must all like oat cakes as they have all refused the sunflower seeds. I guess I need to get some proper bird feed. What Am I thinking I have bird feed under the kitchen sink.
FEED THE BIRDS…..
The birds now have official food, but I bet they will ignore the feast on the plate and stick to the oat cakes. I will listen out for them, for a cheep and a flutter. I hope they stay a while. I wonder how territorial robin fledglings are or if they stay together for a while. I’ll look it up….
I dreamt that a friend had a baby last night and she called it Trophy. Such a strange dream, by coincidence I was in the same hospital as her, in a room across a long corridor. A sea of white. Her partner came to tell me she had given birth, he lay on the end of my bed to let me know. Odd name. Odd space. Odd place. Odd.
The oven buzzer sounds.
I’ve had a look on the RSPB website and the fledglings in the yard are most definitely robins. So the male robin that I have seen in the yard must be the father looking after its fledglings. Could be that I have a few weeks of sightings ahead of me. Amazed that they can have up to four broods in a year and that they fly the young fly the nest in only 14 days. What a very busy bird.
After thoughts….RSPB information about breeding Robins
The young are tended by their parents for up to three weeks after fledging. Frequently the care of the fledged young is left to the male, while the female prepares herself for the next nesting effort. Robins have two broods a year. Three successful broods a year is not uncommon, and in a good year even four are known.
Looks like the oat cakes were ok to feed them after all as this is what the RSPB recommends to feed robins:
Birdtables can make a big difference to the survival of urban and suburban robins. The favourite birdtable treat is mealworms. Other useful foods are meaty kitchen scraps, fat, cheese, cake and biscuit crumbs, and dried fruit. Peanuts are also taken, but they are better shredded or crushed than whole.