I had been thinking of allowing the birds to eat all the crab apples but when I saw there were some huge apples at the top of the tree I just had to help myself to them. And for the first time I needed to get my step ladders out in order to reach the desired target.
Before long, I may have to invest in a bigger set of ladders but as is so often the case that is a decision to make another day. For there is the ongoing concern over the resident pigeon.
My neighbour stopped me yesterday to talk about the pigeon. She too has noticed that something is up and thinks it may have broken its wing. Her plan therefore was to call the RSPCA, although whether she will have been able to enlist their help of not I don’t yet know.
In the meantime, the poor pigeon continues to sit around – on constant alert against predation. It clearly cannot fly – attempts look more like it’s practising for the long jump at an athletics event. At least it’s got a pond to bath in and drink from and plenty of windfalls. I’ve also spread sesame seeds at the back of the garden, which has become quite compacted from avian feet pacing up and down on it, and my neighbour has put out a dish of pumpkin seeds.
It was possibly still eating the crab apples last night after dark. I feel as though I can’t go out in case I scare it, so had left putting something in the bin behind the shed till it was dark, only to disturb the bird by the tree. Perhaps it’s actually sleeping there, which is hardly safe – I’m surprised no cats have been sighted recently but thankful that this is so. And long may it last, in the hope that our feathered friend makes a full and rapid recovery.