Poor little fledging died. We let it out this morning as it seemed to have really picked up. It flapped about on the ground a bit and the parents came down to look at it. There were more much more robust and agile chicks in the trees. Sadly the parents didn’t seem to want to invest in this chick anymore, and within a few hours it was huddled under a bush and looking very weak and dazed again. I popped it in the empty nest and it took some food and water from me. Left it in peace. But by lunchtime it had given up the ghost.
Could have had other internal injuries, or it could have just been the weakling of the clutch which led it to being caught by the kitty in the first place. Very sad, but we gave it the best chance we could. On a positive note, there were at least 5 Great Tits in the willow trees, and since they are so rare I’m very pleased for these otherwise successful parents.
Could have had other internal injuries, or it could have just been the weakling of the clutch which led it to being caught by the kitty in the first place. Very sad, but we gave it the best chance we could. On a positive note, there were at least 5 Great Tits in the willow trees, and since they are so rare I’m very pleased for these otherwise successful parents.
Feeling:
morose
Lay an egg









