Last Friday we came home from work to discover a tiny baby bird had made its way onto our lawn (they’ve been nesting in our roof awning) looking very dazed and confused. After an initial panic that the little one was sure to die, and some serious googling, I discovered that it wasn’t anything to panic about, and that some birds leave their nests up to a week before they can fly whilst they wait for their flying feathers to come in. Thanks RSPB. Further research told us that the babies were in fact Jackdaws, not crows as I’d initially assumed.
Over the course of the weekend we found that there wasn’t just one fledgling making itself at home in our back garden, but two! We also learnt that bird parents are scary and possessive, we got dive bombed by the overprotective guys whilst trying to get into our back door and when putting the recycling out. Turns out mummy birds are pretty full on!
I’ve spent most of my spare time this weekend watching the little guys, whose ridiculous old men faces can’t help but make me smile! They’ve since been named Peter and Fledgey. The little guys are still there today, and are definitely going to be missed when they, quite literally, fly the nest!