My Guests, A Tailor bird Family (Part VI)

It was Saturday, May 15, 7:30 morning, the next day after the last baby bird had been escorted to the nest.

It was found leaving its home again and perched silently between the leaves. Yes, silently; both mama and papa must have gone “outstation” to prepare for the weekend feast. I did not stay too long this time. I’ll come back after my hiking at Cerok Tokun.

It was 12:30pm. I did not see the baby bird anymore. A few questions were in my mind immediately. Firstly, was the bird up in the sky now? Secondly, had it been a victim of my neighbors’ cats? Thirdly, was it still somewhere in my garden? Me and my son started combing the garden.

Ha-ha, here it was. Knowing it was safe, we went inside, peeked through the windows, and hoped to witness the fledgling process, and at the same time, to keep a close eye on those cats.

The parent came back with food for most of the time, and guided the baby for the first flight after that. Learning is a difficult process. The chick was seen climbing, hopping and falling while chasing after its parent.

A green worm enriched with protein was needed before going for another attempt.

The chick climbed up a chilly tree, adjusted its body for a comfortable position, took a deep breath, and here came the final moment. On your marks, get set, and a few flaps of its wings, the bird was gone. It never return.

There's no point now for the cats to squat at the rooftop waiting for their chances; there's no point for them to sniff around again.

And I am most happy to be relieved of the heavy and important responsibility.