Yesterday I was on the phone, and looked out to see a tiny head, bobbing up, then down, and more under the water than above. I went out, and was stunned, this tiny wee Wax- eye was flapping his wings, the little feet were paddling, but he couldn’t keep his head up very well. One photo, then RESCUE time, wrapped in a warm towel, sat in the sun for several minutes, till he stopped shivering, then in a very sunny sheltered spot, below where I though the nest was. I think he was blown by the wind, and so tiny, landed here. Later on, I looked, and his Mum had come down and they hopped off together. I love a story with a happy ending.
On the other side of our garden the four boys have had a trip away, and came back very naked. Tonight they were standing tall , still as curious as ever.
Quotation of the day, author unknown
“ You must have faith, like the baby bird,
who would not learn to fly
unless he jumped out of the nest first”
Greetings from Jean