I almost got a pet blackbird!
By which I mean, there was one stuck in the stairwell of my building, and I noticed it on my way out to work in the morning, but was (as usual) running too late to be able to stop and do anything about it then and there, so I had to scoot. The poor little fellow was still there when I got home, looking decidedly panicked.
I seriously contemplated keeping him and taming him and naming him Edgar...for about two minutes, before I set about setting him free. He couldn't seem to figure out that there was an open door downstairs (although to be fair, it's down three flights of stairs), so I opened the front door to the flat to let him out of the windows.
Here is my only photographic evidence of our brief encounter:
hehe! i would LOVE a black bird as a pet! i mean that would be awesome. maybe he flew into a window? when i lived in the country we would always get birds that would hit the window and stand stunned for a while, like they were statues, it was so sad. too bad you couldn't keep him. edgar would have made an awesome pet!
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He's moving so fast, like a tiny road-runner! I shall imagine him saying "meeep meep" as he wizzes around your living room :)
ReplyDeleteOh Edgar! What a beauty!
ReplyDeleteAw, I'm glad you were able to help him back outside; maybe he'll come visit again! :)
ReplyDeleteWould you believe me when I tell you that we used to have a Magpie as a pet? My mother rescued him when he was but a wee (rather unlucky) feathered mess - lying on the verge, wet, injured and sporting a crooked beak. We did not think he'd make it through the night but my mum's persistence and patience paid off. Named Ralph and raised on fresh meat, worms, oats and eventually dog food (his fav!?) we had him for three years. He would actually watch telly with us and .. i kid you not .. lie on his back and fall asleep having his belly scratched. We adored him. One day a tiding of Magpies came along and sort of adopted him. He'd hang out with them during the day and come in at night to sleep. They obviously warmed to him because he started staying out some evenings and then eventually joined them permanently. We would see him regularly and Mum preferred that he be with his sort but of course who wouldn't miss a soft Magpie belly to scratch. :-)
ReplyDeleteWow that is so awesome! You definitely win the Best Pet Story Ever Award! My goldfish have no such tales of adventures to share, although they seem quite happy.
DeleteWhat a gorgeous story :) without doubt the best tale about a magpie I have ever heard! xx
ReplyDeleteHi Eleni, my hubby has been feeding a magpie lark since April this year and he lands on his finger as he feeds him cocktail sausages! We've names him Ray Barlow (something football related I believe) He freaks me out, I envision that pointy beak near my eyes and the claws stuck in my hair. He's a noisy bugger though, he sits out the back making as much noise as he can to get Ade to go out and deliver his food! He also comes in the house and looks for crumbs in the dog bowl and has got stuck inside a couple of times. Chaos ensues of course with the flapping (bird), the squealing (me) and the jumping (dog). You were much braver with Edgar than me Eleni!
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