Saturday, September 15, 2007

Tweety Pie

Well on a lighter note, since my last post received the attention of 3 in a blogosphere of over 5 million! My little Noisy Minor Mum as begun feeding three hatchlings. Two of the ones in my hanging basket are strong little tweety pies, one is a runt and she's stopped feeding it. Now I have the documentary dilemma. Do I let the nature take its course or rescue the little fledgeling with some mealy grubs? (They don't feed regurgetated food so it's quite easy to hand raise them). There's also the strong possibility that another will meet the same fate since only one normally survives. It's so heartbreaking when this little family drama is taking place right outside your bedroom window.

As adults, they are the best alarms ever. They alert us to snakes, lizards, dogs, people and birds of prey . . .they are the most reliable alarms nature has to offer . . . so try to save, or let nature take its course? Since God is not interventionist, dare I?


Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Ah, yes, the dilemma that Mother Nature throws at us. I'm having one at present - only mine involves an injured guinea fowl who is not going to allow herself to be rescued come hell or high water - the best I can do is provide food and sanctuary.

Grannymar said...

Ah go on! You know you want to.

Put out some Spaghetti Bolognese and watch then slip and slide about in it.

Great fun!

Baino said...

You're both softies . . .I'm working on it