I opened the lid of the meal worm bucket to throw in some bread, and suddenly I had a pair of peewees perching on the rim of the tub, looking very alert. I dug out some worms and the birds took them from my fingers. After scarfing down a dozen worms each the peewees went back to hunting for food in the grass.
It’s interesting that they’re still this quiet after being in the wild for 3 months. Maybe they were flying over the house this morning and somewhere in their little insane bird-brains they recognised this as a place of safety where food is easy to find and falcons get clobbered with tennis balls. The last time I saw the male he was a little thin and his feathers were tatty, but now he’s sleek and glossy and seems to be coping well in the wild.
Which is nice.