Yesterday I did something that scared the blackbird family away from my garden, I'm afraid. A cat came into the garden and was about to jump and catch the tailless youngster of the T. merula couple and I shoot out of my chair and chased the cat away just in time.
I stamped my feet, given the cat the idea he really was not welcome here, and I yelled something like, 'get the fuck out of here!'. Well, that worked but.. ja, it was also 'experienced' by (at least) the male bird and one of his youngsters.
Um, probably the kiddo is now scared shitless of me and will not return soon. Parent birds will follow their kiddos and 'just' try to raise them elsewhere. There where the kiddo decides to go, really.
Shame. I had quite a good bonding with the little creatures. Pavlovian, in a way.. with me whistling a simple tune and they knowing that there's a bit of finely chopped up food on the ground.
Hmmm, hope I can fix this cos they're not here now. Which ja, is unusual.
