Just getting the morning started, having my morning coffee. Yesterday, I had a major break thru with Tweeter.
For those who don't know, Tweeter is (edit delete).
I tried to (edit delete) but both were again thrown out and the other little bird was found dead. So, I took in the little bird to save it's life.
I hand fed and kept alive this little treasure that I named several different names until his name just became Tweeter.
When his feathers came in, I could see he was a boy bird. When he could fly, I let him go. He made a nest in a nook at the top of my house and he lives there now with Mrs. Tweeter. Every morning, he perches on my fence and tweets loudly.
Since this time, I have been trying nearly daily to whistle and convince Tweeter to land on the deck or to land on my out reached finger. I call for him every day, "Tweeter!" "You can do it." I reach my finger out for him where he sat so many times before I set him free. He flutters in a circle confused and won't come to me.
Well, my cat Jazzy, and my neighbor's cat that has adopted me, Boyfriend I call him; they will not stop stalking Tweeter soon as he begins fluttering in a circle around the deck.
There is a small corner on the top of the stairs that I can't see from inside the house. I did not know that the cats were sneaking there hiding to stalk the bird. So I had to put down my foot and sprayed them with water yesterday.
I bought some bird seed and some worms and put them on the railing. Then, I started my whistle calling "Tweeter!" bbbbbrrrrrreeeeeeet
and within a few minutes Tweeter flew in a fluttering circle over the deck. Then, he returned and grabbed a worm. He took a total of 4 worms and some seeds.
Then, all was quiet for the day. No fence sitting.
I know 'they' say not to tame wild birds because they will depend on you for food, but it's been over a year since I gave any food to Tweeter. And he has made his own nest and has a family, a mate. So, I can't see any harm in offering a worm and seed.
I know not to touch him too. He cannot have the smell of human or his mate might leave the nest. Birds mate for life, so that would hurt Tweeter terribly. The finger land would be only a quick hello with no other touching and I really doubt he would do that anyway. Just a worm or 4 and some seeds. I was just so pleased that Tweeter remembers me and still responds. It shows you how smart birds really are.
Now, my pet duck is a different story.
Quackers groups with other ducks and has never had my help with anything. He just has this terribly different quack sound, much lower in tone then the other ducks, so much that his quack stands out louder and deeper. "Quack, Quuuuaaackkk" his bass voice rings out at 5am above all the other ducks.
It's so funny and strange sounding that I started referring to him as Quackers so that I could laugh about it and make jokes. He is a basic Mallard duck with the florescent dark green feathers of the male duck. He waddles periodically from the forest to the open clearing field and washes himself in the warm rain puddles when the lake is too cold.
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