Babysitting for Chuckles

January 30th, 2010

Chuckles' baby

Chuckles' baby

Chuckles’ baby is mobile now, or almost! We have a new routine, Chuckles & me. Earlier this month she would take the first little piece of meat and fly off to her nest to feed her little one. But now she only has to go up to the nearest tree or up on my fence for she usually leaves Baby Chuckles there during the day.   I must say it does look pretty funny to watch mum take the piece of meat from me, then fly about 3 metres to hand it accross to her baby.  I can’t give baby anything, it has to come from mum at present! 

Waiting for mum

Waiting for mum

I only give her mum two or three pieces of meat and not everyday and absolutely not any after I have let out the ducks! Thats understood by Chuckles. She knows that once the ducks are out, she has to look for her own meals and she does. But lately, she leaves her baby to sit on my fence or gate or up in the Chestnut tree in my back yard. Baby Chuckles sits up there making the most noise she can make. Mum comes back every now and then with a little offering, gobbled down by a baby that is the same size as herself only much more fluffy and well, cute!  Baby Chuckles’ beak has not developed the sharp point of her mother yet and you might notice that her tail feathers are shorter. 

 

A little ball of fluffy feathers!

A little ball of fluffy feathers!

Baby Chuckles is not too good at flying yet and yesterday she was startled by a rosella or pigeon landing a bit too close to her little perch and she fell out of the tree.  She landed in a heap on the ground giving the ducks and herself a big scare!  She took a few minutes to pull herself together, then flapped up onto the clothes line, where she tettered about a bit and the ducks and I held our breath thinking she would fall down again.  But no, after a goodly time wobbling back and forth she summoned up yet another flap and headed up into a nearby bush and from there across to the Chestnut tree where mum had left her.

The mum, Chuckles, waiting for me at the back door.

The mum, Chuckles, waiting for me at the back door.

Mum knows she is safe in my backyard.  There are no dogs or cats so little fluff is pretty ok there, and I am glad to help her out!

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