wee thrush friends
I found them in the rickety shed hopping and fluttering over the hay.
They must have fallen from their nest.
We're feeding them cat biscuits soaked in egg yolk with the occasional woodlouse and worm.
Once they've grown tail feathers and learnt to peck for food, we'll set them free.
The kids named them, Flinch and Perch.
But I call them Greedy and Guts.
My darling man calls them Dead and Buried!
5 comments:
The ladies here say I am mean and you are right ! At least they didn't wake me this morning ! :O
Hahahaha. You always crack me up. Great last night. I love that you are a funny writer.
I love all the names - especially Greedy and Guts (and Dead and Buried!). Have their little feet curled round your fingers to perch? I was amazed at the strength and the 'wrapping' ability of my sparrow's wee feet. They are gorgeous and I hope they make :-)
'make it'
Its all right ... they are making it .. quite noisily at times but being so friendly they probably won't last too long in the wild.
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