This is a blog about our experiences as relatively new wildlife carers. It's not a reference guide on how to look after animals, there's too much left unwritten in our posts for that and we don't always get it right.
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Friday, November 21, 2008

Flying lessons

We're looking after three little tawny frogmouths at the moment. There the cutest little buggers you can find, but being meat eaters they tend to be a bit messy and smelly, so the cage has to be cleaned out daily.

With most birds that's just a case of pulling the base out of the cage and changing the newspaper, but with these guys they like to sit on the bottom of the cage, even though they have a couple of perches in there.

What I have to do is take them all out one by one and put them in a bowl and clean the cage while they watch me.



These little guys are getting to fledgling age now so, as you can imagine, they're not content to just sit in the "nest" and watch anymore.

They like to explore.



That's Larry still in the bowl. He's the heaviest of the three, but he'd been attacked before he came into care and has a few feathers missing. As a result, he's not as confident about trying to fly as the other two. Moe is sitting on the bike closest to their cage and Curly is the one on the left.

Curly is the most confident and competent flier at the moment. Shortly after this picture was taken Moe tried to fly to the cage. He made it, but landed a little too low down to get in the door and I had to pick him up and put him in. Curly hopped over to the other bike, flew to the cage, landed in the right spot, but fell into the cage. I had to carry Larry.

That was Wednesday. Yesterday (Thursday), Curly ended up on the handlebars, with the other two on the front wheels. Larry's getting more confident, but I still ended up carrying him the rest of the way. Moe made another attempt at the cage, but missed again. Curly was the star of the show.

You can't see it in those pictures, but there's another cage on the floor to the left of the bikes with a basket on top. I was standing in the doorway watching and Curly decided to fly toward me and landed on the basket. When I moved he flew back to the bikes, then he decided to attempt the bench behind the cage. You can just see a stick on there, it's a perch I'd removed from the cage to give them more room and I think that's what he was aiming for.

He almost made it.

I don't have any kids of my own, just two grown up stepdaughters, but I've now got an appreciation of what it's like to see your kids walk for the first time.

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