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Well one would think that this page would be all about the exciting new material that comes rushing in for the blog. In truth its a holding area for some good stuff I've been sent but don't know where to put it!!
It is Pat who has triggered this dilemma as she has sent me a great story about a canary ... now does this fit into wildlife? ... should I start a new neme 'pets'? even though its not a pet story but includes wildlife and a pet dog. ... it is hardly things to do when you are locked in, so here it is until I get new tales about your pets or your dead parrots and can start a new neme that really is trending.
If you want to challenge me with some other esoteric tale that won't fit anywhere at least I now have a home for it and no tw I don't want any more 'crackpot' letters! [but that I might just put your latest example here as a warning to us all]
From Pat, The sad tale of tweetie Pie 29 April
From Pat: The sad tale of tweetie Pie 29 April
Tweetie Pie came to live with us in the early 80s. She was brought to me at school where I was secretary at that time and was one of quite a few damaged,sick little birds that were brought to me in the hope that I could make them better, often I couldn’t.
This particular little bird not only had only one leg but her wing was damaged and she could only flutter a few yards before falling to the ground. The picture shows her on the lawn being examined by our old and gentle boxer dog ‘Sally’.
I remember that picture was taken when Tweetie was being taken up to the aviary where she was housed with two pairs of Fischers Love Birds. The aviary had an indoor section and an outdoor flight where there were two lovebird nest boxes. The boxes were known as ‘Grandfather clock’ nest boxes as they were each about three feet high with an entrance hole at about two feet up and they had a sloping roof. Both boxes had come to me from a keen bird fancier who lived in the village and were very old and one of them was very unstable and so I placed it next to the wire netting wall which supported it.
For a few months, in the evenings I made sure that Tweetie was in the indoor section before shutting the pop-hole for the night. The pop-hole was left open in the summer when the lovebirds were nesting and preferred to stay out of doors and Tweetie chose to roost on the lid of the leaning nest box.
She always started at the uppermost edge of the lid but as she dozed off she slid down and of course came to a halt at the netting but was quite happy using this as a support and was often still there asleep in the morning sunshine. On this particular morning at about 7.30 a.m. I happened to glance out of the bedroom window and was puzzled to see two tiny creatures, very slender, beautifully coloured a rich tan, darting across the grass. I couldn’t tell what they were but when they reached the netting and started to climb up it I realised that they were weasels and that Tweetie Pie was their objective. I ran up the garden as fast as I could but they had already attacked and killed the sleeping canary and were trying to pull her through the netting; they fled as I approached without their prey but I was too late to save her.
I was very sad at this incident but in later years I have appreciated seeing the weasels, I have never seen one since, a few stoats and ferrets but never the tiny weasels.
Some months after this happened that particular aviary was destroyed when a large tree from a neighbouring garden crashed onto it and 15 birds were lost. Later we did have a much more solid construction erected, I had learned a lot during those first few months and designed this new aviary with an extra corridor so that the walls of the flights were not exposed to predators. I was really sad about what happened to Tweetie Pie but I think that she had a happy few months living with us and as for me......well I guess it’s what is known as ‘Learning the hard way’
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