While mowing the lawn I heard this loud chirping, but couldn’t see where the bird was. Later we looked out the kitchen window and saw two baby (adolescent?) blackbirds perched in the yew tree. They looked like brown pine cones, and must have a nest tucked inside the tree. The mother bird was flying in and out with succulent worms (abducted from my garden) and feeding them to her demanding babies. Later one fledgling flew over to the hebe outside the kitchen window, and we were thrilled to be able to watch the feeding process closely.
I was able to sneak a photo of one baby in the yew tree.
Last week a blackbird flew into the kitchen and Stephen had to take it gently outside. They obviously know that we are the source of the goodies that regularly appear in the bird feeder basket. Our generosity has encouraged dependence and I can hardly complain if they now pinch the worms from my garden. At least they can’t get into the Can’o'Worms where the liquid fertiliser is being manufactured.
“Our garden welcomes every bird.
Tweets and chirrups are often heard.”