I now have a new folder for photos of George.
Monday, April 20
Here we have Big Pidgee taking a snooze while guarding Little Pidgee like he always does when she's preparing to lay her eggs. She laid the first egg of the latest batch the next day.
Wednesday, April 22
Here is Big Pidgee with the egg the day after it was laid. And Little Pidgee with it later
here.
Thursday, April 23
The second egg was laid this day, and
here they both are. Sadly, only one hatched.
Sunday, May 10
George hatched this day, and
here he is with Mama. (The sun gets a little bright this time of the year in the morning.) You can see him better
here. and later that morning,
Big Pidgee arrived for the Switch and met his new son for the first time.
Wednesday, May 13
George is 3 days old
here with Father.
Friday, May 15
George, aged 5 days. By now, we're pretty sure the other egg's not going to hatch. That's a feather stuck to it in the photo, not a crack. Of all the squabs I've handled -- the first few batches I never touched, fearing the parents would reject them if we did; we now know Big and Little Pidgee don't really care if we've touched them -- George is so far the most okay with it. Reactions from others when we've petted them have ranged from "Oh no! This is it! My time is up!" to "Oh, crap. Okay, go ahead and do it if you must." But George is seemingly completely at ease. Pecks at my finger a little to see if it's something he can eat and looks around. He's in my hand
here and
here. Then I stepped inside briefly, and the wife took
this shot; it's fuzzy, but we wanted photographic evidence of the first pigeon actually to make it inside our home.
Sunday, May 17
And that brings us up to today. (Sort of; it's after midnight here and technically Monday now.) George is 1 week old now.
Here he is with Big Pidgee.
And in the afternoon, after we did our weekly balcony cleaning. And
with Little Pidgee after the Switch in the late afternoon. In these last two shots, you can see the beginnings of feathers, or at least feather shafts. That's the whitish streaks now appearing.
All of the photos of George in this post can be seen on one page
here. Again, click on any photo to enlarge it.
Poor Big Pidgee was a bit put out today. I moved the flower box over to the other side of the balcony so we could clean around the box's usual area. If he's still watching after eggs or young squabs, he'll stay around in the afternoon; once the squabs are older, the parents will often leave them alone in the afternoon for long stretches. It looked like he was going to stay in the box with George, so we put down a little Dettol disinfectant on the floor and were going to wait five minutes before washing it away like we usually do, as per the instructions. But Big Pidgee decided he wanted to know what we were doing with his prized living area, so he hopped out of the box to come see. He and Little Pidgee are often extremely concerned about what we might be doing there. I did not want him to get into the disinfectant, so I had to shoo him back. He did NOT like that. He grunted at me, and I swear it looked like he was scowling. I had to shoo him a couple of times. Gently, but he was not a happy camper. We washed the Dettol down quickly and moved him back over. But I got my hand too close, and he gave me a wing slap.
We've decided to remove the unhatched egg on Wednesday, just to make absolutely sure it's not going to miraculously hatch somehow. George will be 10 days old, and that will be more than a week after the last day of what we we figured was the window for the egg to hatch (assuming this one was the second egg laid; if it's the first one laid, then the window will have ended even longer ago). I keep having visions of what would have been little Gracie popping out shortly after I've disposed of the egg.