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Black bird in the house....
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My husband just quietly beckoned me into the kitchen to see a Blackbird sitting on our draining board, pecking at the cherries I'd just washed in the colander!
We slowly went over to let him out of the window & he promptly poo'd all over the worktop & window sill, poor thing!
My husband then threw a cherry out onto the lawn & he carried on eating it out there!
Any other feathery bird in the house stories I wonder?
We slowly went over to let him out of the window & he promptly poo'd all over the worktop & window sill, poor thing!
My husband then threw a cherry out onto the lawn & he carried on eating it out there!
Any other feathery bird in the house stories I wonder?
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We went to Center Parcs and Mr Jules was lying on the sofa reading a book whilst waiting for the rest of us to get ready. I came out of the bathroom to be confronted by two fully grown swans eating the fruit from the fruit bowl which was on the fireplace shelf! Mr Jules had failed to notice them as he was so engrossed in his book. It was a job to get them out of the 'villa' and they kept on coming back for days after that, every time we saw them approaching we had to shut the patio doors as we didn't fancy having a stand off with them!
Smudge - I love your story, the blackbirds here seem too timid to ever do that
Smudge - I love your story, the blackbirds here seem too timid to ever do that
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Hi Wardy - ah, I'm so glad to hear the bird in your house flew away safely - a happy ending, albeit very expensive for you!
Hi Jules - although startling, I would have loved to have looked up to see swans eating out of the fruit bowl - an amazing sight!
The only other times I can remember birds in our house, was once when I was snoozing on the sofa on a winters afternoon. I could hear a bit of flapping going on from the chimney, only to open my eyes & see a little sparrow sitting on the edge of the fire grate, with coal aglow! It just sat there stunned & had obviously burnt itself. My husband came in & rescued it, but it sadly died in the night poor thing.
The other time was when I was walking down the stairs & noticed slimey bird poo all over the landing window sill & along the banisters. I looked around in all the bedrooms, only to find the same on all the duvets & on the furniture! This time, my husband rescued a terrified starling which was sitting on the bedroom floor & it eventually flew back out of the landing window!
Hi Jules - although startling, I would have loved to have looked up to see swans eating out of the fruit bowl - an amazing sight!
The only other times I can remember birds in our house, was once when I was snoozing on the sofa on a winters afternoon. I could hear a bit of flapping going on from the chimney, only to open my eyes & see a little sparrow sitting on the edge of the fire grate, with coal aglow! It just sat there stunned & had obviously burnt itself. My husband came in & rescued it, but it sadly died in the night poor thing.
The other time was when I was walking down the stairs & noticed slimey bird poo all over the landing window sill & along the banisters. I looked around in all the bedrooms, only to find the same on all the duvets & on the furniture! This time, my husband rescued a terrified starling which was sitting on the bedroom floor & it eventually flew back out of the landing window!
I've been trying to coax a blackbird to eat out of my hand, she comes up to about a foot away now. She won't go any further than the doorway to munch any offerings tho so not quite in the house... yet! Also a little mouse that lives in the garden hedge comes up really close for snacks!
It's amazing how many regulars there are now!
It's amazing how many regulars there are now!
We had a swallow in our kitchen a few weeks ago. I was talking to a neighbour out the back and had left the back door open when the neighbour suddenly said - look you've a bird in your kitchen window. It was trying frantically to get out, just fluttering up and down the window. Mr Spudqueen threw a tea towel over it and then picked it up, brought it out of the house and it flew away. Maybe it was following a fly into our kitchen!
Hello smudge!
Not a bird in the house tale, but I am bursting to tell you what we heard this afternoon.
Just leaning on a country gate watching cows munching and doing cow things when the most amazing thing happened. A song thrush started singing his normal song - followed by a perfect imitation of a car alarm! Not to be outdone another thrush across the valley echoed the song, turning it into a contest!
Now I've heard starlings mimic just about everything including chickens, but never song thrushes. Amazing, eh?
Not a bird in the house tale, but I am bursting to tell you what we heard this afternoon.
Just leaning on a country gate watching cows munching and doing cow things when the most amazing thing happened. A song thrush started singing his normal song - followed by a perfect imitation of a car alarm! Not to be outdone another thrush across the valley echoed the song, turning it into a contest!
Now I've heard starlings mimic just about everything including chickens, but never song thrushes. Amazing, eh?
Hi Cetti - sorry i'm late, just got back in!
I'd have loved to have heard that - must have been a truly amazing sound & sometihng you'll always remember. Shame you couldn't have taped it!
I do wish I'd have a taken a photo of the bird sitting on our draining board pecking at the cherries! It'll probably never happen again.
Have a lovely day...
I'd have loved to have heard that - must have been a truly amazing sound & sometihng you'll always remember. Shame you couldn't have taped it!
I do wish I'd have a taken a photo of the bird sitting on our draining board pecking at the cherries! It'll probably never happen again.
Have a lovely day...
Hi Smudge,
I have a bird in the kitchen story, although it was more chaotic than your blackbird.
When I was 15, I saved a day-old chick from a local chicken fair where they were demonstrating incubators. The chicks were going to be gassed later that day. I brought the chick home, called him George, and raised him in a box with a light bulb. George bonded to me and he followed me everywhere like his mother. He would sit on my shoulder and snuggle under my long hair like a chick under his mother's wing.
When George was larger, my brother built him a coop and he had the run of the garden. Eventually, George wouldn't allow anything into the garden except me. He attacked and scared off the local cats, he terrified the neighbour's dog, and the wild birds never landed either. He would also attack my brother and Mum, but he would run over to me whenever I went into the garden. Then he would happily perch on my arm and crow or just follow me quietly round the garden. As my Mum couldn't go into the garden I always had to put the washing out and mow the lawn whike she watched.
One day after coming in, I was watching TV and I thought my mother was in the kitchen washing up. She seemed to be making a lot of noise, but after about 20 minutes - she came walking up the garden path! My Mum walked through the front door - and then let out a terrific scream! The noise from the kitchen had been George who'd got in and you couldn't imagine the chaos a chicken could cause. He had kicked over the teapot and was paddling in the tea which was everywhere. He had destroyed the fruit, vegetables and bread, and he had messed all over the floor and every worktop - and then he flew at my mother when she walked in!
Sorry to reminisce but your story of the blackbird bought back the memories - one of many similar ones!. A fox caught poor old George one night when I was late putting him in his coop. I also now realise how
I have a bird in the kitchen story, although it was more chaotic than your blackbird.
When I was 15, I saved a day-old chick from a local chicken fair where they were demonstrating incubators. The chicks were going to be gassed later that day. I brought the chick home, called him George, and raised him in a box with a light bulb. George bonded to me and he followed me everywhere like his mother. He would sit on my shoulder and snuggle under my long hair like a chick under his mother's wing.
When George was larger, my brother built him a coop and he had the run of the garden. Eventually, George wouldn't allow anything into the garden except me. He attacked and scared off the local cats, he terrified the neighbour's dog, and the wild birds never landed either. He would also attack my brother and Mum, but he would run over to me whenever I went into the garden. Then he would happily perch on my arm and crow or just follow me quietly round the garden. As my Mum couldn't go into the garden I always had to put the washing out and mow the lawn whike she watched.
One day after coming in, I was watching TV and I thought my mother was in the kitchen washing up. She seemed to be making a lot of noise, but after about 20 minutes - she came walking up the garden path! My Mum walked through the front door - and then let out a terrific scream! The noise from the kitchen had been George who'd got in and you couldn't imagine the chaos a chicken could cause. He had kicked over the teapot and was paddling in the tea which was everywhere. He had destroyed the fruit, vegetables and bread, and he had messed all over the floor and every worktop - and then he flew at my mother when she walked in!
Sorry to reminisce but your story of the blackbird bought back the memories - one of many similar ones!. A fox caught poor old George one night when I was late putting him in his coop. I also now realise how
This is not a bird in the house story, it's about two magpies and a stray cat.
I used to feed a stray cat, and my hubbie turned our unused coal bunker into a shelter for her to sleep in.
She was the most timid cat you could ever find.One day I saw her feeding at her bowl on the garden, when two magpies jumped on her tail, and pulled at it until she left the food and slunk away into the coal bunker, watching as the two magpies enjoyed her food.
One time I saw a rat sat on the wild bird table, eating the bird seed, two magpies were at the cat bowl, eating the cat food, and the cat was cowering in the coal bunker, just watching. I would not have believed it if I hadn't seen it. It sounds like a made-up story, but I promise you, it is true.
Sadly, we had to take the stray cat to be put to sleep last December. I have very fond memories of her and miss her very much.
I used to feed a stray cat, and my hubbie turned our unused coal bunker into a shelter for her to sleep in.
She was the most timid cat you could ever find.One day I saw her feeding at her bowl on the garden, when two magpies jumped on her tail, and pulled at it until she left the food and slunk away into the coal bunker, watching as the two magpies enjoyed her food.
One time I saw a rat sat on the wild bird table, eating the bird seed, two magpies were at the cat bowl, eating the cat food, and the cat was cowering in the coal bunker, just watching. I would not have believed it if I hadn't seen it. It sounds like a made-up story, but I promise you, it is true.
Sadly, we had to take the stray cat to be put to sleep last December. I have very fond memories of her and miss her very much.
Hi again Smudge,
Yes, life with that cockerel was chaotic. I'm afraid that the fox did eat George - all it left was a pile of feathers on the lawn. I certainly got some funny looks from the neighbours when he went. I used to get quite upset as they asked me for months whether I was fattening him up for Christmas. The date the fox had George was - December 22nd! I don't think the neighbours ever believed we didn't have chicken that year!
Yes, life with that cockerel was chaotic. I'm afraid that the fox did eat George - all it left was a pile of feathers on the lawn. I certainly got some funny looks from the neighbours when he went. I used to get quite upset as they asked me for months whether I was fattening him up for Christmas. The date the fox had George was - December 22nd! I don't think the neighbours ever believed we didn't have chicken that year!
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