Sunday 10.7.16 – Here we are hurtling into July and Pan & Chino’s babies are two weeks old today. I can now distinguish between the two of them – Avery is the bigger, darker one, and Evangeline is the smaller, paler grey one.
This is when they were only probably about 9 days or so, with Avery on the right.
And below, Evangeline, the little one, is on the right this time - so cute aren't they?
|Lice on underside of baby white dove wings|
|Johnson's Anti-Mite Extra spray, suitable for use on pet pigeons|
Lottie only seems to be turning up once a day, to feed herself, and Lucky is doing all the feeding of the babies now. He is a pretty good father, in general, but for a couple of days he didn’t seem to be doing his duty so I gave the babies a few hand-feeds. And now I am giving them a few small grains on the ledge of their nest-box and they seem to be able to feed themselves, which will be a good head start when they fledge – which could be any time in the next week.
The wound on the underside of Robin’s wing has healed, and he can fly a little bit, when he wants to. Here he is with his dragging wing, poor thing.
Pan started bringing sticks to make a new nest in the box opposite Avery and Evangeline a few days ago.
But when I went inside the aviary, Chino immediately stood up as she is still a nervous bird
Primrose was watching from the window in the day room. She is very much a home bird as I said before and after a short morning fly she comes back and spends the day at home.
And a bit later on - yes I could see an egg!
Avery (left) and Evangeline have now found their feet, and often move to the front of the nest-box. Pan built them a very good nest, with lots of sticks, but although I am reluctant to pull it out it is very smelly now, and I'd rather do it before Chino lays a second egg, and the pair start sitting in earnest.
This is one of the very nicest things about my new aviary - I can easily see the babies whenever I want to, and they will have more freedom than the dovecote babies; being able to move about on the shelf and learn to pick up grains right from the start. As you can see, the adults chuck the grains about everywhere, and though I have a little 'aviary' dustpan and brush and am forever sweeping up, it is always messy! And the poop! Goodness, where does it all come from? (don't answer that!). In the mornings I do some pooper-picking with kitchen paper, of the fresh poop where the birds have been roosting - and all this goes in the compost as very good for the garden - but it is impossible to keep the floor of the aviary clean. In the beginning it was like a lovely sauna or something with all the bright clean wood but that quickly changed! Of course the poop just dries up and crumbles away, and I do sweep the floor.
Below, Perelle on my lap after a little hand-feed top up. His dad Lucky, has a black smudge on his breast and a couple of tiny black markings on his neck. Apolline appears to be pure white like their mum, Lottie.
He waits on the ledge for Lucky to come back and give him the confidence to fledge!
Below is my Dolly, now three years old, and one of the very last of the 'old gang'. She was hatched in the cote, and is, I think, Lucky's offspring too (with his first wife Charm), but I must admit I would have to check that as I can't totally remember. Her sibling was Fennie, named after one of my blog readers, and Purplecoo mate. She knows me well and runs for peanuts - nothing else will do!
My tortoise, Orlando, gets very adventuresome and climbs up the wire netting of his run. Lucky I found him or he might have fallen off and landed on his back. I am not sure how long they can be on their backs, but it can't be good. Mind you, I am getting more used to having a tortoise now and am less worried about him.
|One year old tortoise trying to escape!|
To be cont.....