I am sad to say Our Robby died last night 13.06.2010 I will miss him greatly.

Up-date time on our Robby, he is doing well and growing fast (I think) although I am a little worried about his feet, he looks pen-toed, he did when we first had him but I thought all baby Robins were like that, maybe they are. he is so demanding for food I never get a break, I was hoping Jak would take over while I was at the BS convention this weekend but no, she Say's he has to go with me. I have had a helping hand today with the feeding, Jak's pet budgie Billy gave a hand.
Robby and Billy

I hope he makes it to adulthood and we can let him go, I recall the guy recently on Halcyon river diaries where he found a Kingfisher with a broken wing, he tied everything to give it a chance at life, unfortunately it didn't make it, he cried. I hope I am not in that position in a few months, but you know I just have a feeling Robby might just make it.

We decided to have a few days in Norfolk and as you know by now Robby goes everywhere with me, so a trip to the East Coast for him would be his first. I placed his box in one of my all wire photo cages (used for front cover budgie images) and sat him on the back seat, put his seat belt on, well around the cage and off we set. Twenty minutes later Jak told me Robby was calling for food, so stopping in the next available lay-bye he had a feed of chopped worms. On we go for a further 30 minutes when he was calling again, another lay-bye another feed.

Robs first seaside trip.


A further three stops and we reached our destination, Brundall, where our boat Ruby Tuesday is moored. Rob seemed to take to his new surroundings straight away, all he wanted to do is watch the ducks, so we gave him a ringside seat, he loved his new view and certainly let us know when it was time to bring him inside.
Ringside seat

I have to say over the next three days I turned into a Robin, everything that moved I investigated to see if it was a suitable meal for our Robby.

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Our Robby

Well Robby is growing fast, he should be if the amount of food he eats is anything to go by. Sod the worm hunting etc, I took the easy route and went to the local fishing tackle shop. I placed Robby on the counter (remember i told you he went everywhere with me) and said, he wants a quarter of maggots and some worms. I have never heard so many Ahh's in my life, full grown men with tattoo's and piercings, noses that looked like the Rock of Gibraltar crowded around to see our Robby. On six foot plus angler said I have got to give him a maggot, it made me smile. We left the shop with a promise of reporting Rob's progress and enough food to last him a fortnight.

He has around six maggots at any one feeding, his record is nine, chopped worms are a favorite with him, but not me slimy as hell when chopped up. Robby will be going on holiday for a few days tomorrow to our boat in Norfolk.

Robby

My neighbour came round and said I have found this chick in the garden, you are the bird man here you go, and presented me with a tiny bundle of fluff. I wish he had left it where he had found it at the base of our adjoining hedge, that way I am sure Mum would have attended to her little mite.

With this in mind I placed the little baby Robin chick next to the hedge, I watched for over 2 hours but the parents never found it. Faced with the option of either letting it die or trying to help I chose the latter.

I quickly found an ice cream tub and an old towel, now to find some food, I will state now , if I was a bird I would starve to death, finding worms, grubs etc is not as easy as it first seems. That said I found enough to get him through the night. Yes you have guessed it, I was up at first light grub hunting again, this guy demands food every 30 minutes, he goes everywhere with me now (except the loo that is) I will be glad when he can feed himself.