In our garden
there are several young families being raised at present. The parents
look tired and rumpled, rushing about in a distracted manner. Regular
mealtimes are so important and snacks are required constantly. The
babies, often more than one per family, are demanding. As big as their
parents, they shout and yell for more food. They are not fussy, any worm
will do, beetles, wire worms, bugs of all sorts are stuffed into their
beaks by fond mums and dads. Today I was digging in the garden and a
blackbird dad was constantly under my feet. As soon as the spade turned
the earth, he was there. Catching food I couldn't see. Sometimes his
beak was so full, everything was dropped like a carrier bag failure in a
supermarket. Big worms fought back. But off he flew and then back again
for more. Under a bush sat his sulky offspring. Beak wide open. But
then baby hopped off. Dad arrived, lots of worms at the ready, so
worried . Where was that baby? It should have stood still, stayed where
it was left, done as it was told........and now the wrens have the same
problem........and the robins.......
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