Half The Sky.

I love to watch wildlife, I never tire of it, wherever I am. Maybe it is because I don’t live in the countryside, but live in the town. The urban jungle.

I love to watch the many squirrels at work, in our big garden at work, whenever there is food left over like pizza crust that other workers leave, I pull it apart for them and for the birds. I hate to see food wasted, by going in the bin. I suppose animals have to adopt, as I also put fries and chips out for them too. Recently there as been a huge black bird, compared to the tiny robin, my favourite bird, it is massive. Even though the huge black bird, (I don’t know what type of bird it is,) it is bigger than all the other birds in the garden, it still looks around, wisely before picking up the goodies that I have put out for them, as we also have two cats, one of them we feed in the mornings.

My favourite bird is a robin.

Recently our cat Clarence came home, with two pigeon like birds, sadly both died, after that where I sat on my sofa chair, I then noticed them flying as a flock near my lounge window. Then soon after this, when I was hanging out clothes, in the back garden, I saw them three houses away they were sitting on top of their little house. The family that lives there, they had chickens before. My husband who smokes on the front door step, misses nothing. He chats with lots of people walking by. Paul said to me, “The man with the chickens, they have messed up the next door’s garden, with their poo.” They all died,  the chickens, then he had the birds then, Paul went on, “Allen is fed up with the birds, for unlike the chickens, the birds have managed to spread their poo even further into his garden.”

What amazed me this morning, as I sat quietly in my chair, I could see them flying, just outside my window in the sky and I thought, to think they have the whole sky yet they all come back home, to their little house. It just amazed me. How do they know to go back home? They are not trained to do that by their new owner. I wondered if it was because there is food on the ground to entice them back? Or was it because they know that inside the little house, was food and bedding? It’s not quite the same thing, but our six cats, classed as wild, animals all come back home everyday for the food and water or milk. Can you imagine flying cats?  Flying all over the sky, above our heads, now that would be scary. It would be scary for the birds too, seeing their predators, coming towards them, and attacking them in the air. Thankfully, something as heavy as cats don’t fly around.

They might be called bird brains, but to think, in the war, messages could be tied to their little legs and messages could be passed on from one person to another.

I also think it’s great how they migrate. Clever Birds.