Fbg 6.6
Midnight and I sat and watched the young robin early yesterday evening. Young Robin still cannot figure out to fly to a fatball feeder and latch on with his claws. But he came in at the wrong angle each time. I was so wanting to show him how to do it.
Mrs Bluetit came in then, landed on the feeder, and hung on with her claws while she fed. And flew off into the bushes. Young Robin came out of the bush he was hiding in, and tried several more attempts at landing on the same fatball feeder. But each time, he couldn't quite do it. Then Mrs Bluetit came down again, landed on the feeder ate a bit of food, and then looked at Young Robin who was closely watching her from a branch. Mrs Bluetit flew into the air and came down again on to the fatball feeder. Young Robin watched very intently. Mrs Bluetit fed herself, looked at Young Robin, and then flew away. Young Robin put his head to one side, seemingly thinking hard, and then he flew to the other side of the fatball feeder and approached it just as Mrs Bluetit had. He succeeded, and had a feed. Then he half fell,off, half flew off. He tried again and again but could not repeat his success. So he tried landing on the top, and was more successful with that attempt.
Mrs Bluetit popped back in the garden, just in time to see Young Robin who just then made another successful landing. Mission accomplished. Mrs Bluetit sang her song.
At 7:05pm yesterday evening Little Miss (sparrow) flew into the garden, examined the bird feeders. All was to her satisfaction. She has now got her full adult coat. But only one sparrow flies and moves like Little Miss, half like a sparrow, half like a bluetit. She has a particular way she flies into the garden, and lands on branch to branch, going up to the highest point of the upward pointing branches. She still retains her slightly awkward movement patterns she had as a baby sparrow.
The garden was noisy with the sound of the small birds last night.
All day yesterday my AH Fort Knox Fence neighbour was having workmen doing horrendously noisy pneumatic drill work, and a large mechanical digger also bashing and breaking up concrete.
PI hadn't realised and got a shock when I first put my cochlear processor on late morning. It sounded like some one was demolishing my bungalow all around me. I had no idea what the noise was, it was so intense. Then I thought...Midnight...
I rushed outside and Midnight was absolutely furious with me, snarling, spitting, hissing at me, slashing at me with his sharp front claws out. He was utterly confused and totally bewildered and distressed at this discordant noise from next door, and appeared to blame me for it. This was his quiet garden, his haven of peace where nothing went wrong. He had turned into one wild ferocious feral cat.
It upset me to see Midnight so badly disturbed at this horrible noise. It took me a long time to calm him down, and accept the noise. I started with the slow eye blink and reached out with my hands speaking softly all the while. He sheathed his claws and was just vocally objecting to the noise and demolition work next door by now. I tried bringing him into the bungalow, but the noise was just as loud and penetrating. I tried the potting shed, but everything is right next to the pneumatic drilling noise, and the digger. I tried the garage, but he didn't want that. I tried a cat igloo (thinking that might be a bit of a sound barrier), but he was too big for me to shove him in it. Finally I gave him some special treats, and his special food. Now he seemed calmed down. I came out very frequently, with a special food treat, to check on him sitting on his usual place on the swing. And he seemed to be dealing with the noise now, which went on all day. But he was very jumpy and I had to approach him very carefully.
What is wrong with common courtesy of putting a note through a neighbour's door saying some noisy work will ensue on a particular day? It gave me one heck of a shock when I put on my cochlear sound processor. I ended up taking it off for peace.
I had intended going and getting fish and no chips for my lunch as a treat. I had caught up on sleep in the morning. But by the time I had calmed Midnight, it was close to the shop's closing time. But I thought I might just have time. However, when I went to the front to my car, whatever firm were doing this pneumatic drill work and mechanical digger work, had parked their massive metal trailer right across the bottom of my driveway. There was no obvious vehicle attached to it that put it there. No point in asking them to move it, it would take too long. I had definitely missed the boat for the fish and chips shop. But my other, Xmas lights, neighbour was grumbling about the massive white van parked on the pavement outside his house. He had just come come into his driveway in his car. "At least they are not blocking your driveways," I told him. "ell ask them to move the trailer," he told me. "It is too late now," I replied and he tut tutted me, in a nasty sneering way, as though I was being a wimp for not telling the workmen to move this obstruction. Grrrrr. The workmen were using the pneumatic drill/s and large mechanical digger in AH's garden out of my sight, and I had no desire to go round to face AH neighbours Alsatian dog which does not like me. I was savaged by an Alsatian years ago, and though I have worked on my fear, that dog still knows there is still a trace of fear in me,
I came in, took my cochlear processor off, went out, cuddled Midnight, and transplanted tomato seedlings the rest of the afternoon. At least my nasty Xmas Lights neighbour cannot take his ears off, and turn his ear sound off.
This morning I have decided to stay at home. I don't want Midnight that badly upset again. And I will be checking, I am prepared now, and I will ask anyone to remove any obstruction to my driveway as soon as it appears. I don't know what will be going on today.
Creative is Midnight in Laboscope app showing his feelings for my AH neighbour.
Coffee now, a quick nap and steam eye mask session, and then ready to face the day.
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