I am looking to see if some will chat about aviary birds. I have 8 birds, 1 pair canaries, 2 redrump, a bonded pair of rainbow lorikeets. Last but not least 2 chickens. Anyone interested. Will talk about British birds but do not know much about them.
I have spent the morning trying to save a few hundred tadpoles from dying as their pond dries out. I have been taking water from the river in plastic bottles and ferrying it by car to the site of the pond, then tipping the water gently in. I am now absolutely shattered. No-one seems willing to help, I have tried the Wildlife Trust and the Countryside Rangers, but they are not interested. So, it looks like it's down to me. If anyone lives in Rossendale and would like to help, please mail me on [email protected]
There has been a battle scarred tom cat patrolling our area for the past few years, he had lost the tips of his ears in numerous fights with other toms, he always had blood stained fur and to top it off he was incredibly scruffy. It was impossible to get near him, he would leap over the nearest wall or dive under a parked car if anyone tried to offer him a bit of human contact. I don't know if he ever belonged to anyone, but he wasn't feral, probably homeless, or simply a free spirit. On Wednesday afternoon, Cooper (I gave him the name after Henry Cooper the boxer) was hit by a car and killed outright. He lay at the side of the road for a little while until I scooped him up and laid him just inside the churchyard, where I hoped his owner, if he had one, could see him and claim the body. He was still lying there, stiff as a board, on Thursday morning, as alone in death as he was in life. I was suddenly overcome with an incredible sense of loss for someone that I had no connection with, other than the fact that he was a solitary soul, as indeed am I. I could not allow the warmth of the day and the flies to have their way with his battle ravaged body, so I borrowed a spade and dug a cat sized hole under the graveyard wall and lowered him gently in. A few minutes later the job was completed, and now Cooper will be a part of me for as long as I live. I'm going to make a little plaque and fix it to the wall above his final resting place so that visitors to the graveyard will wonder, 'who was Cooper?' That way he will always be Cooper. I have no idea why the death of this little man has affected me the way that it has, can anyone offer an explanation?