Yesterday was another, chasing the duck and deer day. Except this time it involved a small bird and her babies. I laughed so hard, that I still have sore ribs this morning and Boza, bless his heart, was back outside looking for his new friend this morning…
First we found this (A Thrush and her babies,) as we were cleaning the yard. Boza was excited about that. By the way, she is a Song Thrush…
Then we decided to leave the little family alone and work in other parts of the yard until the babies learn to fly…
But along came the early baby bird and decided to have a conversation with Boza and I…
The little guy decided to fly away from the nest, or fall out of the nest a better way to put it…
Now that you have the characters, lets start the story…
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Little bird decided to say hi and tell me that I should not bother them as they sleep everyday. Boza saw the little guy at the same time, then Boza laid down and rolled over. He was happy to see the little guy and I proceeded to tell Boza to stay and I grabbed a cup and cardboard piece, scooped the guy up into the cup and tried to take him home to his nest…
That worked great and momma bird let me do it. Then all hell broke loose. Boza could not resist and curiosity not only gets the cat. Boza was too curious and stuck his nose into the nest of five baby birds. That was when momma bird lost it. For she was sure that I was going to help, but no four legged creature can be trusted at all. She attacked Boza…
Now Boza thinks life is a wonderful game and now he had a momma bird that wanted to play, at least according to Boza. I was distracted by attack momma bird and Boza playing, that all of a sudden, baby bird decided to “flew the coop” again. He leaped like a skydiver with no parachute from a plane and hit the ground. Gravity has that effect…
He scooted under the brush pile I was cleaning up and I have not seen him since. But Boza and momma bird were playing…
Momma bird can fly (Oh really?,) and Boza tried to fly. As with the duck last year, Boza leaped and leaped and leaped. Momma bird swooped at Boza and as she climbed up into the air again, Boza tried to fly with her. I have to say Boza got really air born a few times. I am not sure how long and or many times Boza can jump six feet into the air, but it all ended for him after about twelve jumps, when he flew so high, he landed in middle of the brush pile I was cleaning up and got stuck fast…
I could only do one thing and that was to laugh. Boza was not hurt, he was just suspended off the ground and his legs were tangled in tree limbs. He looked at me as if to say, “Help!” Then with two more swoops, mamma bird was satisfied that Boza the mean dog was reprimanded properly and good and stuck. She went back to the nest to check on her young’ums…
Now I do not know what to do about the escape artist, but it looks like he is staying hidden now. I hope he is safe…
I am here to tell you, Boza wants to fly like a bird and yes I saved Boza, but maybe I should have taken a picture of him first… 🙂
Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…
PS: I seem to be blessed with a yard full of song birds, morning, noon and night… Thank the Lord for wonderful music everyday…