Probably 10-12 years ago-ish, we did something similar, but this was a Thrush, not a Blackbird. Every year it came back begging for food, sometimes brining it's chicks with it to be fed. This was the same time every night, Last year we didn't get any visits at all, and so far this year we haven't seen any signs of it's offspring.TheSquirrel wrote:Some unrelated drivel for anyone passing by. Tonight I probably looked as though I had taken leave of my senses at the poker table. A complete grind for six hours and no reward. I started saying "tweet tweet" and "gobble gobble" and looked like I was going insane due to being card dead. I probably am insane, but at least I have a reason.
Recently I reared a young blackbird of only a few days old, after it's nest had been predated, and released it after five weeks. There was a bang on my back door at around 2am and there it was sitting. I don't know how it got there because it could hardly fly. Neighbours found several dead young blackbirds around the area. My partner and I kept saying "tweet tweet" to it. It walked all over the place and sounded as though it was answering us. It sang along to Lana Del Rey, and Emily Sande, and even got used to Rush. From it's tweets it sounded like it was asking questions about everything it found in the room. On day of release it sat on the chair beside me even though I had opened the door. It closed it's eyes on occasions, then opened them and sat there looking at me. Finally after an hour or two it hopped along the floor and flew into the garden. Success. It seems to have adapted well.
My partner said no matter how bad things are at the poker table, don't forget the tweet, because sitting there with it on its day of release, as though it was saying goodbye to us, was a very special experience, and that's what life is all about. For the final week or two, it looked as though it was getting too tame and too attached to me, as it used to follow me about the place and that wasn't good. The whole point was to raise it so it could be released into the wild, where it belongs. A success. Sometimes life is good - although mostly it isn't!
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