This Saturday my family and I spent the entire day gardening. And not in a fun way. My Dad and Richard (brother) cut the branches down and cut the into appropriate sizes, then Mum and I moved them out the front – either dragging or loading them into a wheelbarrow. I used so many muscles I never knew existed and walked so much that I have blisters on every single toe. I’d also like to know why your body is sorer 2 days after!
The yellow car’s mine
About half way through our gardening venture, I saw a baby bird on the ground. A couple of adult honeyeaters were hanging around, occasionally feeding it. So Richo and I spent time looking for, but not find, a nest, so we made a makeshift one. We left it in there until night – at sunset birds go to roost on their nests – hoping the parents would roost on the nest and warm the baby. Unfortunately they didn’t. So I took it in for the night.
After being woken at 6.30am Sunday by the baby bird, I tried introducing it to the parents again. They jumped around it but wouldn’t have anything to do with it. So now I have a baby New Holland Honeyeater to care for. It’s so freaking cute too.
I’m going to look into how to ween it off human contact etc and introduce it back into the back yard, where it can fly around like the other honeyeaters, but it already seems to be very attached to me. So it might be a bit tough. If I end up having a pet honeyeater for the rest of its life, then so be it.
For now, this temporary pet is named Buddy.
So today is Monday, I worked for 5 hours after taking the dogs to the vet and feeding the bird every 30mins or so. Yeah, it needs feeding a LOT more than any other bird we’ve looked after. We’ve been raising birds for years. The two weiros I have currently are hand reared.
My muscles are incredibly sore, I’m tired and have a new responsibility but I’m very happy. Most people would have left the baby bird and forgotten about it, but at least it’s alive. And growing already!
Now it’s back to admin and blog tour work for writing.