Filbert has been calling for his parents, especially as he sometimes hears them outside and sees them sometimes in the poinciana or the palm tree just outside the window.
Frances and I were heartbroken, so we decided to try something this morning and that is to take him out to the garden and see what happens, under our watchful eyes.
I took him out and placed him on the grass by the poinciana and stepped back 25 feet or so to see what would happen, but close enough to step in and rescue him if need be.
The mother didn’t take very long to come down and greet Filbert; she immediately started to feed him! The poor thing was hungry it seems and the amount of food he has eaten is maybe not enough for him, I though he was weaned but I could be mistaken.
The father came down soon thereafter but started to jostle the mother and push her away. We were a bit afraid as he was a tad bit aggressive, but the mother seem to have handled the situation, that string is quite strong.
They fly away and come back and the process continues for a while and the mother keeps feeding him, she flies away and he complains and squawks.
In between these sessions he had the full garden to walk about; unfortunately the mynah birds noticed and one swooped for the attack! Fortunately both Frances and I were close enough to shoo it off, but that didn’t stop them as the other of the pair swooped down too and we put a stop to that too.
Frances and I took different positions to protect Filbert a bit better.
The parents continued to come down and look after Filbert for a little while longer until he walked into a nook in the garden to settle and preen. He had had enough with food it seems. The parents flew away and went into the nest to look after their other chicks.
I picked him up and took him back in. Frances and I decided that the syringe should come out and we should give him some of the special chick mix and use that as the main feed and supplement him with grapes, nuts and seeds as required.
He was a lot calmer after that feeding and he settled on his perch to sleep off the morning’s exertions.
Although the parents did not reject him, it was pretty obvious that there is no way for him to be taken back to the nest; and as the father was a bit aggressive, we don’t want to risk him being hurt if somehow we do manage to put him back into his original nest.
So he’ll stay with us for a while longer I think.