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denI arrived home this afternoon and was greeted by a huge pile of pigeon-coloured feathers in the back of the yard. "Bloody cat!" I thought, and wondered why Polly didn't hunt it off.
Just now I heard many cries of alarm from the peewee and baby blackbirds. I investigated and was surprised to see a young goshawk standing on top of the blackbird cage, looking down at the two brown lumps that had flattened themselves on the floor. The goshawk was reaching through the bars, trying to hook a chick.
I said "AARGHGEDDOWDAVITYABASTARD!" The bird flew off.
The larger of the two blackbirds is laying in the nest in a distressed state; I think the goshawk might have got it through the bars and injured it.
That explains what happened to the poor pigeon, and why Polly did nothing about it.
That's Nature for you.
Just now I heard many cries of alarm from the peewee and baby blackbirds. I investigated and was surprised to see a young goshawk standing on top of the blackbird cage, looking down at the two brown lumps that had flattened themselves on the floor. The goshawk was reaching through the bars, trying to hook a chick.
I said "AARGHGEDDOWDAVITYABASTARD!" The bird flew off.
The larger of the two blackbirds is laying in the nest in a distressed state; I think the goshawk might have got it through the bars and injured it.
That explains what happened to the poor pigeon, and why Polly did nothing about it.
That's Nature for you.
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Date: 27 Feb 2006 23:21 (UTC)