Silently he landed, a sudden itch made him jump up. Keeping low, he crept toward the corner of the birdtable where he saw his breakfast; as usual his many plates were filled. He could see seeds, the grey Sunny ones. None of that ‘little stuff’ was there, thank the Sun! The taste was OK, but they were so hard to regurgitate from his crop, and they stuck to his ‘real’ filling breakfast, spoiling the taste of his daily fat requirement. And they were hard to eat anyway, picking one up needed a delicate touch his mother had told him when she first took him here, that ‘big day’ when he was a baby still. And when they still used that silly name. She still uses it now and then. She even had the nerve to tell me. Yes, me, the subject in this case!-that it had to do with familiarity or something like that in the sound or tones. Don’t know what She was trying to say really.
As long as She feeds me it is alright and I think I do please her. If only she could get rid of those little parasites on my table! Those brownies are not too bad; they might come en masse and eat a lot, they do take up their wings and leave as soon as I lower myself over my table and will make room for me or for my-and extended-family.
However it is those other little ones. First there are those thichers. Their call is this irritant ‘thichering’ the only description I know. These are cowards too. They put that yellow breast out as far as they can whilst ‘thichering, but as soon as they spot a little bit of shadow, off he is.
No, the real parasites are those other little Black-caps. They have the guts to stay and/or return while I am feeding! Honest! They show no respect for anyone it seems. Even Rooks can not dine alone! I ask you, is that normal?
At least here I am feeding in a more relaxed manner. Enjoy the pictures.
We’ve hinted in a previous post somewhere (wildlife?) that Junior had changed his name because of his stardom and his debut.
He kept insisting on the big screen, he yet has to understand (as do I!) the reality of streamlined videos.
We had a lovely video which at 40.8MB was too big to upload according to Francis and only this afternoon did I read up about VAG and QVAG to understand that by choosing VAG 30frames per second, I had immediately gone for the best of the best. So instead, we filmed the boy again this morning.
Photobucket had no problem in posting movies bigger than 20MB, yet another attempt has to wait till tomorrow when rain is forecasted.
I will get the hang of it eventually, don’t worry.
LOL, LOL, a great story, had me smiling. He is indeed a star.
ReplyDeleteA star is born indeed! Lovley read Yoke.
ReplyDeleteMy beloved crows stayed the whole year with me ... and eating the hairs form my head! LOL But now I don't need to wait much longer and the rooks will be back!
OC and Carin, yes, he has made himself a star. His whole demeanour speaks of fame.
ReplyDeleteHis previous hunched stance has disappeared for most of the time.
I agree with you Carin, about Crows feeding as if there is no tomorrow. The Rooks have returned from their 5 months of breeding and rearing young, and eat as if they had not been feeding at all during this time. And it looked that way also sometimes when I passed the Rookeries, you'd hear them. See them but only in the air or tree. Not on their feeding sites!