Feeding wild birds.
Yesterday Twenty Two the Twenty Eight came under our patio and squawked at me to feed him. I thought that was pretty stunning stuff.
Today, he came under the patio, climbed the barbecue, scaled the brick wall and tapped on the kitchen window. MY 8yo was making his lunch - he got a huge fright at first, then dashed out to me and told me I had better feed Twenty Two. Twenty Two flew out of the patio area and back into his tree, a distance of about eight metres. He didn't gain any height, but at least he is flying sometimes now.
I am very proud of our wild birdie.
Today, he came under the patio, climbed the barbecue, scaled the brick wall and tapped on the kitchen window. MY 8yo was making his lunch - he got a huge fright at first, then dashed out to me and told me I had better feed Twenty Two. Twenty Two flew out of the patio area and back into his tree, a distance of about eight metres. He didn't gain any height, but at least he is flying sometimes now.
I am very proud of our wild birdie.