Last year, we had a baby cuckoo in our garden. The 'mother' used to run herself ragged feeding it. All her real young seemed to fly away when they left the nest, but the cuckoo hung around her for ages, waiting for her to get food for it.
Nature is a funny thing eh? So beautiful yet so cruel. I often wonder how the 'mum' survived after the exhaustion of keeping up with the demands.
Having a senior moment, so cant remember what the 'mum ' was ???
Had a family of sparrows learning to fly in our back garden yesterday. They were making a racket! Yeterday evening, I found a small pile of tiny feathers in the garden, so I assume one got caught by a cat :'(
cj :)