May 8th, 2006

fat pony like thunder

round robin

Sniff. Christopher Robin and Robin of Sherwood seem to have gone. I haven't seen them since Saturday, which is very unusual. I don't think Ju Ju got them, although Bubbles might have sneaked in for a robinish snack. However, they may just have moved on. Because as I discovered the other day, their babies are, if not all grown up, then ready to leave the nest.

I had been wondering whether the robin parents had even laid the eggs yet, but on Friday I discovered that they certainly had, and some time ago, too. Because I glanced out into the back garden to behold Ju Ju waddling slowly across the lawn after a fluttering little fluffy thing with a beak. It was a baby robin!

Now, I know Ju Ju's predatorial instincts should be given free reign, and indeed I've been hoping for years that she'd start acting like a normal cat. What amazes and bewilders me is the fact that despite the fact that birds have nested in the garden before, she has never shown any desire to go anywhere near them until now. Also, I couldn't just stand by while she tortured a baby creature - even though she's so stupid she hadn't actually managed to touch it yet. So I ran out, grabbed her, and deposited her fat form in the kitchen, where she roared impotently through the glass.

I returned to the robin to see if it was okay. Baby robins don't have red breasts, so that other robins (who are fiercely territorial) won't think of them as rivals and, well, kill them, and the robin infant looked like a very fluffy, speckly little ball with a beak. The poor thing was terrifed, and as it scampered and half-flew away from me it got entangled in a bush, and I had to take it out, and it sat very calmly in my hands while I carried it carefully over to the grass beneath its nest. It was physically unharmed, and when I put my hands to the ground it took a moment to realise I wasn't going to eat it and hopped off. A few minutes later its parents had joined it and were feeding it worms, so it seemed to be okay. And the fact that it was out of the nest at all indicates that it's more or less ready to leave its parental home.

But the following afternoon, all the robins had disappeared. Have they all grown up? Have they been eaten? I wish I knew.
periods, PMT

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It's freezing cold, lashing rain and so dark I think I'll have to put the lights on. I think glitzfrau is right - Ireland has reached a Narnia-like stage of mono-weather, with no summer to speak of. Seriously, this has been the worst Spring in years, and now we're not even getting the proverbial "nice week in May" that we usually get. You know, so when it's wet and windy in August we can sit around going "and remember we had that nice week in May when it was sunny and hot?" Not this year, alas.

Bah. I am feeling very grumpy. I wanted to take a break from my labours (such as they are) and go for a walk but I can't bring myself to do it in this hideous drizzle. AND the robins have gone. AND I feel like something is trying to eat its way out of my womb (now there's a nice description of revolting cramps for you). Cheer me up, LJ chums!