In the first picture I think the chicks were about three days old and in the second picture, which was taken a day later, you can see clearly that their feathers are starting to grow in. I’m not sure what species of bird they are because I couldn’t get a good look at the parent, a small brown bird, who flew off when I walked along the first time and then was sitting in a nearby tree the next time.
Dear red-haired boy at the Highland Games, I hope your mum found you safe and well. The announcer was a little confused about your age, which ranged from 3 – 10 years old, and also what we should do if we spotted you. The details that we were given were sketchy – a mum was looking for a 3/8/10 year old boy with red hair. In Scotland where there are lots of red-haired children, many of whom were present at the Games, I thought it might be a bit problematic.
Dear ivy, It’s a shame that you have damaged the rowan tree outside my mum’s kitchen window. Removing you has left some unsightly scars on the trunk, but you were starting to smother the tree. I know that the flowers are important for insects, but the rowan berries are important for the birds, and the birds have won this time.
Dear robin, What a treat to have such a friendly companion when I was working in my mum’s garden. Everywhere I went, there you were, watching me or hopping around very near to my feet, looking for something to eat. It was also a delight to discover that you had a nest in the garage and there were four chicks in it! Now I know why you were so busy searching for food.
In keeping with the bird theme of this post, here is a Snoopy smile.
Have a good Friday.