It is only our second summer living in England as a family and the first in which we have had no work going on at this time of year. For the first time we have had a chance to see how wildlife has made the most of this patch of our little town.
Long-tailed tits were the first I noticed nesting, but the magpies soon put paid to their attempts at raising a family. The blackbirds were successful and starlings too in neighbouring trees. Robins made a home at the third attempt in our carport and now we have a wood pigeon sitting on two eggs, in the vine, just above the back door.
We have seen the robins fly the nest, and sporadically stern the fledglings around as their parents tended them. We have had a very confused young crow land in the garden and wander around, hiding under the garden furniture before finding his way or finding his parents.
But this week we have had a juvenile woodpigeon. He looks old enough to fly, judging by his size but is utterly lost. All I can imagine is that he damaged a wing - occasionally the left on has been hanging a little lower.
We found him on the patio a coupe of evenings ago but he wandered off onto the lawn and under a tree. Now, for two days and nights he has been sitting in the shade, waiting. For what one can only imagine. He hasn't made a sound so I cannot imagine his mother or father could find him.
From time to time he has walked around, but he cannot find food or even recognise it.
What do you do in such a situation? If it were not in our garden but in the woods, it would be swiftly devoured by a predator that in turn would feed its young. But here, in a slightly more urban setting, I can only imagine that it will become the plaything of one of the local cats.