He is a game little chap and is coping very well with one leg.
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Robyn, my grand daughter,
at the age of four is holding a dead, male sparrowhawk. He
was chasing a blue tit that was feeding on one of the bird feeders in the
garden and he hit the patio window too hard. He broke his neck and
died but the blue tit escaped. Unfortunately, he did not get away
unscathed! He lost a leg in the affray He is a game little chap and is coping very well with one leg.
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Here is the little one-legged blue tit. He has been christened 'Stumpy'. He has learned to perch on one leg and uses his tail to wrap under the bird feeder to gain purchase whilst feeding. He can even hang upside down on the wall by his one leg!
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One
lunch time at Newgale, Viv and I were having our usual lunch when a rook
decided to come and beg for some as well. To begin with, it was quite happy to catch anything that was tossed from the car window, but as the competition arrived, it decided that a more drastic measure was called for, so it flew up to the wing mirror and took pieces of cheese from my fingers. Another of the Newgale regulars was parked next to us and he took a picture of me taking this one. |
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In
June, 2000, my wife and I visited the island of Skomer.
The puffins were very busy catching sand eels for their young. These
are some of the pictures that I took of them. They almost run over
your feet to get across the path to their burrows.
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This sparrow fledgling was rescued from a cat. It spent some time sitting on this little finger before eventually flying off. I suppose there should really have been two of them because this little boy is Noah! He is one of the twin sons of our good friends Rod and Lorraine Hall of Reeth in Swaledale, North Yorkshire. There is a larger version if you click on the picture. |
| Wednesday, 26th June,
2002 On Monday, we had a casualty when a young chaffinch flew into the patio window and was concussed. My usual treatment is to wrap a soft duster around them and hold them gently until they start to revive. After several minutes, this little chap perked up and began to look around. However, it was in no hurry to fly off. While it sat on my finger, Viv took 23 pictures of it (and me) with the digital camera. After some time, it decided that it was well enough to discharge itself and flew to the hawthorn tree, nearby.
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