..when some darn starling stole one of his crumbs that he dropped while trying to reorganize a beak full to carry off to the babies.
When he got back to the fence and saw it had been stolen, he looked around... muttered something I couldn't quite make out and jumped down into the bird bath where he began vigorously swishing his head back and forth. This is his usual bath...only the head.. as it is difficult for him to bend his damaged leg I think. He looked up... stepped on the edge and ... usually he hops right off. Not this time. Back he went and really went to town.... he splashed like crazy to get it all out of his system.
I've decided crows are pretty patient. The starlings make their lives hell... really they do. They dive bomb them, peck at them in flight and on the ground as well...they steal their crumbs.. they never shut up either with the darn TICK TICKing....... it makes me crazy, but not Limpy and his wife ... although, he is a bit more patient than his 'missus'. Sometimes she makes noises and flies at them every so often...but, he just quietly says "awwww".... in his little voice., like ..oh, man..not again......
He has a loud voice when he needs it..but mostly just mutters, or chatters or quietly voices his displeasure and/or opinion. He talks to me while I garden too... wandering around with his limpy gait... hoping for a few sun flower seeds from time to time. He doesn't get too close and I don't blame him... who knows how he got injured. Maybe it was a person who hurt him.
I've been indulging them ..helping them to feed the babies.... but, I've cut back and hope to let them teach the babies not to beg ... he is a good provider (even if he is disabled) and she is a fierce and capable Mom. I can hear the babies in the tree now..but, they are not out of the nest yet. Probably won't be long...they say 35 days ... it's been several weeks since they began taking food to the nest.
I'm dreading winter ... I've read that they do migrate. Ours from Alberta apparently go to Nebraska, Kansas and Oklahoma. How will he fly that far with a damaged wing and leg and whatever else is making him limp and not fly right?
I've even gotten to the point where I wonder if a small doghouse nailed to my fence would work as a winter house for him if he can't go away. I wonder if he might use it. Mister BV is wondering if I want it heated and decorated nicely too..... hmmm....
Sometimes I attempt a bit of humour in return...but, it's probably going to end badly for him..... and it's already making me a bit sad to think on it.
Linking up to Stewart's Wild Bird Wednesday.