A week ago, those big nasty black birds were squawking a lot. I went out to see what it was and there was a young big nasty black bird on the ground. It obviously couldn’t fly. I put it up on a tree limb (getting bombed by mom and dad as I did), where it sat for about twenty four hours, then it ended up back on the ground. I was amazed that none of the few remaining neighborhood cats went after it.
I spent quite a bit of time watching it. It was close to our side gate and fence, the side the bank is on and the parent birds couldn’t differentiate between the front and the back and they were quite unhappy with the amount of cats watching them. Those birds made a bunch of noise.
Sunday, the young bird had enough tail feathers to finally lift off. I saw him later that day up in one of the trees, his parents talking him from branch to branch.
Although I really dislike those birds, I was pulling for the little one. I’m glad he made it.