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Last Friday morning, I followed my usual routine and noticed that Feanor--the adopted bird who had fallen/jumped from the nest and was scampering around our balcony--wasn't making his usual amount of ruckus. But I was running late, so I didn't have time to go out and look for him.
Usually, when I came home, he was the first thing I'd hear, chirping out on the balcony. Still...*silence* So I went out to look for him...
And he'd died during the night. He was stiff and stretched out in the corner under a lawn chair. Poor guy. We'd had vicious storms the night before but I don't think that had anything to do with his demise. I'm not sure that--since he was out of the nest--he was being fed properly. I only ever saw Indis feeding him (ironically) and she also fed his three siblings still in the nest, as did Finwe. When he first jumped from the nest, he was nearly double the size of the others; when he died, they were the same size, which seems to imply that he didn't grow much at all.
The parents probably couldn't feed all four, separated as they were, and so chose to keep the three in the nest alive rather than him.
After I was sad for a while, my first thought: "Phooey. It figures that the one I named after one of my favorite characters was the one to kick the bucket." Then: "At least Finarfin is still alive," followed by my attempts at justifying naming the surviving bird "Finarfin" if the other two should also die based on the fact that Finarfin lives in the book and most of the others do not.
After dinner that night, I wrapped him in a paper towel and buried him underneath the tree in front of our building. It seemed a nicer ending than flushing him down the toilet or putting him out with the garbage.
Sometime between Friday night and Sunday morning, the other three left the nest as well. I'd gone outside to take pictures on Friday (when I found dead!Feanor), and they had grown full flight feathers and were testing their little wings. Unfortunately, the camera was out of batteries and they left before I got new ones; when I went to check them Sunday morning, all that was left was an empty nest.
And lots of bird poop!
Still, I got great pictures of them in the beginning, so I'm pleased with that, and maybe Indis and Finwe will remember us for their nest next year. And I can finally water my snapdragon normally again!
In better news, we are going to Game 4 of the Calder Cup minor-league hockey finals on Saturday! Woohoo! The Hershey Bears made it all the way to the end this year and are--according to Bobby--the favorites to win the whole sheebang. We've got a huge group going up, so it should be fun. (And it does not involve driving through northern Virginia with it's invisible roadwork, always a plus!)
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Usually, when I came home, he was the first thing I'd hear, chirping out on the balcony. Still...*silence* So I went out to look for him...
And he'd died during the night. He was stiff and stretched out in the corner under a lawn chair. Poor guy. We'd had vicious storms the night before but I don't think that had anything to do with his demise. I'm not sure that--since he was out of the nest--he was being fed properly. I only ever saw Indis feeding him (ironically) and she also fed his three siblings still in the nest, as did Finwe. When he first jumped from the nest, he was nearly double the size of the others; when he died, they were the same size, which seems to imply that he didn't grow much at all.
The parents probably couldn't feed all four, separated as they were, and so chose to keep the three in the nest alive rather than him.
After I was sad for a while, my first thought: "Phooey. It figures that the one I named after one of my favorite characters was the one to kick the bucket." Then: "At least Finarfin is still alive," followed by my attempts at justifying naming the surviving bird "Finarfin" if the other two should also die based on the fact that Finarfin lives in the book and most of the others do not.
After dinner that night, I wrapped him in a paper towel and buried him underneath the tree in front of our building. It seemed a nicer ending than flushing him down the toilet or putting him out with the garbage.
Sometime between Friday night and Sunday morning, the other three left the nest as well. I'd gone outside to take pictures on Friday (when I found dead!Feanor), and they had grown full flight feathers and were testing their little wings. Unfortunately, the camera was out of batteries and they left before I got new ones; when I went to check them Sunday morning, all that was left was an empty nest.
And lots of bird poop!
Still, I got great pictures of them in the beginning, so I'm pleased with that, and maybe Indis and Finwe will remember us for their nest next year. And I can finally water my snapdragon normally again!
In better news, we are going to Game 4 of the Calder Cup minor-league hockey finals on Saturday! Woohoo! The Hershey Bears made it all the way to the end this year and are--according to Bobby--the favorites to win the whole sheebang. We've got a huge group going up, so it should be fun. (And it does not involve driving through northern Virginia with it's invisible roadwork, always a plus!)
Finally, gakked from
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When you're finished, post these instructions on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
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Date: 2006-06-06 09:21 pm (UTC)Remember, take plenty of bottled water with you, LoL:) Hey, you'll be relaxed enough to chase after Jesse-Hahahahaha:)He'd do that to you too, just because he knows who you are. The only thing I ever remember my mother doing was German baked goods, and I've looked them up and they all seem so time consuming, s I'm gald I'll be doing the candy thing, and as the babies get older I can get them in on it for Holidays and all that good stuff. I have talent in the kitchen so this should be a piece of cake for me, I'll just be learning something new and putting my culinary genius to work. Truth be told, I think Brandon is looking foreward to it too, considering Him and Joey will probably be the first to try my candy.