The first was when Millie, our 6 year, old diminutive Belgian d'Uccle MilleFleur hen, who is a great grandmother...started crowing yesterday. This heartily confused Phoenix and Scott, our two roosters, who wondered where the Hell the new guy was, and started crowing back. It confused me, too. I thought for sure that someone had dumped an unwanted rooster over our fence. Why she started this nonsense at her age is a mystery. I think just to mess with the roos.
thing was the little fledgling mockingbird baby that was sitting next to
my back gate yesterday morning. Not only could it not fly, but it had a
broken leg--thanks to the length of thread wrapped around it's leg. It
is now safely esconced in a cage in my kitchen...the number of birds in
the house right now was at 'LOL' level, then went to 'OMG' and is now
officially at 'WTF'. It is eating well and has a blue painters tape
splint on it's leg, which hopefully will help it heal at least pointed
in the correct direction.
We are trying to settle on a name for this one, for however long we have it. Here it is:
that NOT the cutest little fuzzy head ever? I have no idea if it is a
male or female, but it adapted to us pretty quickly and eats very well.
I figured it is about 1 1/2 to 2 weeks old. We handfeed it every hour
during the day up until about 9PM, it gets a mixture of all-purpose baby
bird food, human baby food of strained meat, same with a vegetable,
plain yogurt and a hard-boiled egg yolk. As soon as it's eating on it's
own, it will get something similar but a bit chunkier, plus live
Now we just need interesting sounds to teach it!