I ran to where I had last seen Amahl. Still there. He had obviously spent hours on this branch and he was calling back to Papa.
Food delivery. This presented problems, because he can only grip with one foot. Keeping balance even on this wide branch was not easy.
A couple of times it looked as if he'd slide off the branch backwards.
Next food delivery. It seemed as if Papa was forcing Amahl to move off branch or to stand up. Berries were not plopped in all at once which is the usual delivery. They were shown, then pulled back. Amahl can't move back and forth easily and can't stand up to eat.
This was an anxiety-producing feeding session to watch, because Papa seemed to be forcing Amahl to do something he can't do.
And almost had a heart attack. Amahl flew. Not successfully. He went down.
And almost had a heart attack. Amahl flew. Not successfully. He went down.
There are short growths, shoots really, near the fir tree bush. He grabbed on with the one working foot. Clung there. Clutzy crash landing of sorts. Heart- stopping for me.
Tumbled further, but clung again, one-footed.
Tried flying, but ended up tumbling down into the bushes. I almost died. What could I have done? Try to catch him? You can't do that with nature. Scared to death I looked into the brush.. and Amahl scurried for cover on the ground deeper into the brush. He could have broken a wing or the other foot in that tumble. After that, totally shaken, I had to find a different subject for a while. My nerves can only stand so much.
Across the path I heard "peep, peep". Ah, the two siblings, both safe and sound, calling for food, keeping warm in the sun, healthy and comfortable.
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