After last week’s bird adventure I wasn’t expecting to have anything more to do with the birds for a while. The loeries have taken fright and not returned to my garden.
We have been experiencing heavy rain and it rained all night on Friday and most of yesterday, last night and this morning. This afternoon, the sun came out and the garden was bathed in bright sunshine. I decided to go for my daily five laps around the garden [5 000 steps] and see what changes the lovely rain had brought.
As I walked past our scruffy little retaining wall near the garage, I caught sight of a tiny bird out of the corner of my eye. It was completely still with only its bright little eyes moving. I moved a bit closer for a better look and the parent birds went crazy in the tree above, telling me sternly to stay away from their baby.

Of course, I was worried. Could the baby fly? Where was my cat? Push-Push is a lovely cat but she is fond of a bit of bird for her supper. I left Terence around the corner keeping an eye on the baby, and went in search of my little tiger. Fortunately, she was taking a cat bath in the rotting peaches under the tree – yippee! She’s now lovely and stinky of spoiled fruit.
Leaving her to enjoy her rolling, I went back to the driveway and saw the mother standing on the tap and encouraging the baby to fly. The little thing was flapping around furiously and making short flights.

After a lengthily period of trying, the baby managed to get back into the tree and the mother was much happier. Meanwhile, daddy bird had sat in the tree watching.

I was relieved it worked out and the baby got back into the tree. Baby birds are a lot of work to raise and there was the risk of it ending up in Pushy’s tummy if I undertook the task.
My garden is looking rather amazing. Here are a few new flower pictures:

I love my day lilies. You can see the raindrops sparkling on the bottom petal.

The first magnolia of the season.
Take care, friends, and have a lovely new week.
Robbie
With birds being messengers, I’d say they are bringing you some sort of message, Robbie. The symbolism of birds is usually positive and filled to the brim with prosperous messages. So, we’ll take that!! Thanks for sharing and the photos are gorgeous!
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Hi Jan, that is great to know. I am very fond of birds. Unfortunately, I’m also fond of cats which sometimes causes a conflict.
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Lol! Quite true, Robbie!
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Aw, what a sweet story you got to witness in real life.
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Thank you, Priscilla. I was lucky.
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Yes Robbie a lovely ending, all’s well that ended well. Also what lovely flowers 🌹💜💜
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Thank you, Willow.
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I so loved this post! I love watching the birds come to our birdfeeders, and when the feeders are empty, the blue jays and nuthatches yell at me when I step outside:) Glad your baby bird survived his fall.
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Hi Judi, it seems a lot of writers are in tune with nature and birdlife. I was pleased so see he was still in the nest this morning.
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Great story and OMG that lily!
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It is amazing, isn’t it? My garden is wonderful this year with all the rain. Like a tropical paradise.
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Phew! I was getting worried about that baby. Pet cats eat more than 7 million birds a year and that’s just in the U.S. It’s hard to keep a bell on them. If they want it off, they will push it off. I eventually started to keep my cats inside. Some of the Siamese used to bring LIVE birds into the house. Then they’d fly around with everyone — cats, dogs, and people — in wild pursuit to try and get them outdoors before one of the munchy pets did them in.
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Pushy does kill birds, Marilyn, and she brings them to me as presents. I really didn’t want to wake up to a headless baby bird gift today. Fortunately, it seem to have worked out. I checked this morning and all is quite on the bird front and not a body in sight, thank goodness.
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Lovely pictures Roberta !
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Thank you, my one flower is the same as the day lily you shared yesterday morning. Aubergine and yellow.
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Love the bird stories! We have many in our trees on the hillside behind us!
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You live in a lovely place, John. I am glad the little bird seemed okay. It’s nowhere to be seen this morning so I’m sure its in the nest.
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Love your bird stories. Glad everything worked out for the little guy.
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I am glad too, Joan. I would have been quite distraught if my cat killed this baby.
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Watching nature is just fascinating. I couldn’t stop reading your story of the baby bird and so glad it was able to get back up in the trees.
This reminded me of my experience watching a Blue Jay frantically flying around its nest and striking a squirrel who was hell bent on getting to the eggs. The Blue Jay kept pecking and flitting around the squirrel until it finally gave up and went away. I was in awe of the whole scene. I just love animal stories.
Thank you Robbie for sharing your story.
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My pleasure, Shirley. Thank you for adding your lovely story here. I’m glad the Blue Jay protected its eggs.
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So happy that everything worked out for this baby bird. I always worry when I see babies sitting in the yard with all the cats around her. Lovely shot of your daylily, it is gorgeous. Enjoy your upcoming week.
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Thank you, Carla. I was glad the mother got her baby back into the tree. I am really enjoying my flowers this year.
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OH to see beautifully colorful flowers is such a delight, even if it is a photo! Thank you for sharing.
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My pleasure, Wendi. I love my garden. I finished you book. You shared some great ideas. I’ll be posting my review on Wednesday this week.
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I am so very humbled by your generous comments Roberta……….thank you so very much!
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I glad the latest bird adventure had a happy ending. I love your first magnolia of the season, so beautiful.
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Hi Liz, we are going to have a lot of magnolias this year. There are so many buds on the tree. They don’t last long though.
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I had magnolias when I lived in Virginia. The bloomed for quite a while, if I remember correctly.
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The blooms don’t last, Liz, but the tree flowers for a long time and they are very pretty.
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Ours had a very heady fragrance. Yours, too?
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Yes, my garden smells like a fragrance shop at the moment. We also have jasmine.
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Lovely! I love the smell of jasmine, too.
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That is heart-warming, Robbie. A tale of survival.
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It is nice when things work out, Jacqui.
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You’ve made a friend!
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Thank you, birds do seem to be quite ‘brave’ around me. They come right up close to me sometimes.
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Lovely shares, Robbie–wonderful garden blooms and a happy ending birdy day… ❤
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Thank you, Bette. I was really glad the mother resolved the problem. It is best to wait with baby birds and see what transpires before intervening.
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Daddy bird needs to get involved—time to spend some quality time with his child.😎
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Thanks Pete, he is the protector, dive bombing the cat.
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That’s good. We don’t need any more deadbeat dads making the rest of us guys look bad.
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I am fortunate, Pete, I don’t know any deadbeat dads. All the men I know are great dads and fathers. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
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A happy ending! (K)
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Thankfully, Kerfe. The bird was flying up and down the tree today, resting at the bottom.
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I love your bird stories. Glad the little one is OK. Your yard looks amazing after all the rain. xo
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I know, Darlene, we are having a wonder garden spring with all this lovely rain. I am getting so many bird visitors too.
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We might have to change your name to the Bird Whisperer 🙂
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Haha, I was thinking the same thing.
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Like Jan, when I meet eyes with a bird, I always wonder what kind of message is being delivered. Great story, Robbie.
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Thank you, Barbara.
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Good thing Push Push was away!
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Yes, I tried to tempt her with gingerbread this morning. I wanted a cute picture of here helping me with the giant gingerbread project. To say she was disgusted would be the understatement of the year.
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She didn’t like gingerbread!? Have you gotten a priest for the exorcism yet?
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Haha, H. I think I’ll do better with some turkey.
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