Back in July, I saw a young Cape White-eye at the suet ball, standing on one leg and fluttering its wings to balance. The other leg appeared to be deformed and too short. He flew away and I wondered if he would survive.
I noticed him again today, sitting hunched with feathers fluffed out while the other birds hopped about confidently. He sat in the fork of a twig, his useless foot hanging while he gripped with the other and fluttered a wing. He survived the winter, probably coming to the feeders unnoticed among the multitude, and only seen because I took the time to sit and watch rather than peek out momentarily. He did get a chance at the suet ball, where he hung from one leg and pecked away, but then he flew down into the sheltering branches and spent a while looking around warily before departing for a safer place, perhaps.
He was definitely the outsider, relegated to the sidelines, but still determined to survive. I hope he is around for a long time to come.
July 2020 |
August 2020 |
What his friends look like |
Brilliant, as usual
ReplyDelete