23-06-2018, 07:30 AM
Just a short update on the story of our family of feral pigeons.
The baby is fledged and is getting flying lessons from his dad. He is quite handsome with white head, grey body and lovely white flight feathers, a cross between his mum who is mostly white and dad who is mostly grey.
There were lots of days where he just stood on the front of the bird table and flapped his wings, there were many false starts, you could see him trying to will himself to jump off and fly but could not muster the confidence. The first day he flew he basically almost fell off the table whilst practising flapping his wings, but managed to make it onto the roof of the bird table, he looked surprised. The next day he made it onto the ground and back, then the next day onto the shed roof. Today he made it to the shed roof and the garage roof and over a few gardens and back to the roof of the house at the end of our garden.
Each time dad has been around, calling to him to join him and rewarding baby with a drink of pigeon milk when he made it.
Here he is on the corner of our shed with his dad.
Mum must be sitting on another batch of eggs, for the last couple of weeks at least, as the nest is never left unattended now.
Mike
The baby is fledged and is getting flying lessons from his dad. He is quite handsome with white head, grey body and lovely white flight feathers, a cross between his mum who is mostly white and dad who is mostly grey.
There were lots of days where he just stood on the front of the bird table and flapped his wings, there were many false starts, you could see him trying to will himself to jump off and fly but could not muster the confidence. The first day he flew he basically almost fell off the table whilst practising flapping his wings, but managed to make it onto the roof of the bird table, he looked surprised. The next day he made it onto the ground and back, then the next day onto the shed roof. Today he made it to the shed roof and the garage roof and over a few gardens and back to the roof of the house at the end of our garden.
Each time dad has been around, calling to him to join him and rewarding baby with a drink of pigeon milk when he made it.
Here he is on the corner of our shed with his dad.
Mum must be sitting on another batch of eggs, for the last couple of weeks at least, as the nest is never left unattended now.
Mike
