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At our previous house we rescued a pair of baby thrushes (cats either side of us) one sadly died, but the other came on in leaps and bounds in our breakfast room. Fed on ox heart, worms, bone supplement and dog food. We built it an avery outside to get it to learn to dig and watch other birds. We taught it to bathe in a pyrex dish, and kept moving away with its food until it took that first leap and flutter of wings. We called it Poppit. When she was finally released, we used to give the same whistle and down she would fly to our shoulders or heads for a feed, until she was brave enough to go it alone. We used to have a particular religious pair of callers at the house, and one day to their amazement I invited them in, they had been talking about miracles. I took them to the back garden, and gave Poppit her usual shout, down she came, and I gave her a bit of dog food, off she flew. That's one of my miracles I told them, I never saw them again!! Well done Poppit.
You do get back what you put in, no matter what you are doing. But gardens and birds and dogs are our favourite!
I was wrong. It's still a cement hole, but there are forty odd containers out there now, and climbers running up very available bit of wall space.
And so far this season, we're on our third lot of fledged blackbird chicks.
People spend thousands of pounds on therapy and possessions that they think will give them joy.
I get the same joy by watching the birds and tending to my tiny plot. For me there is no greater joy.