Well people, it is fledgling time again, so I thought I’d reblog my post from last year to give everyone a heads-up. How do I know, you ask? Well, this morning, in my early morning barefoot stumble on the cool soil, I stepped on one. Granted, it was already dissected, presumably by my cat, but trust me – that delicate crunch will stay with me for a while. Yish! In other words, it is time to keep your eyes open for these little temporary ground dwellers when you’re out in your garden. Also, if you, like me, have a cat that likes to spend time outdoors, be sure to keep its claws trimmed (as in blunt) and preferably make it stay inside at night to give the fledglings a better chance of survival. As long as they are on the ground, these little guys are easy targets – even for a cat with modified weaponry.
Fledgling bird perched on someone’s hand. Photo courtesy of http://www.thenaturegeek.blogspot.com
Earlier this week as I walked outside to go run some errands, I caught sight of Manneman – my furry garden companion – batting a fuzzy, round little thing back and forth. He seemed to thoroughly be enjoying himself, which is almost always a bad sign. I took a closer look. To my dismay, I saw that the new toy was a tiny, fledgling bird. I scooped it up, and got it out of reach of my incorrigible feline. The poor bird looked as if it was expecting to die, and it probably would have, had I been a few minutes later. But, upon closer examination, it didn’t seem injured, and I found no blood. Encouraged, I made it a temporary nest out of a lantern, put it up high – hopefully safely out of reach – and left.
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