More and Never didn’t roost at home last night. But we think we know why.
While on his run yesterday, Kerry spied six ravens in the wash tributary by his house. He displayed some raw elk meat (leave it to a downeaster to be running around with raw meat in his pocket), but none of the ravens were interested.
Later though, after he had fetched Poe from the wash, two split off from the pack and landed right next to him. For the second day, Poe and More had been hanging with the adolescent flock!
Earlier I thought I had heard the sing song call near our house which now seems quite possible. The new routine for Never and More now includes some house time (they like picking through the chicken feed and hanging with Poe), and lots of away time. They’ll come and go during the day. When they get bored at our house, they’re just as soon to take off and maybe check out Kerry’s or to go off elsewhere, presumably with the other birds. If they can keep it up, we all will be quite happy.
More questions, though. What’s the normal routine for the other adolescents? Are they always in a pack? Do they split off into singles and pairs as well for part of the day and then recongregate? Are they roosting communally?
Do they perhaps have a set feeding period in which they all split off to find food individually (less competition for a single resource)? More and Never know right away where there’s some good pickings – they can get free water and lots of scavengy refuse from the yard and compost. They also like the chicken feed. The other birds may go off in different directions and catch as catch can. They may then recongregate in the afternoon for hang out time. Lots yet to figure out.
As for Poe, we’ve decided that since we’re no longer leading More and Never to the wash, he might as well stay at home in the yard to recoup his strength. If More and Never are out and about, he’s basically alone down there and it doesn’t seem to push him to develop strength.
He’s a sitter and observer. At least in the yard he has the stimulation of the other animals. And the approaching dogs sometimes keep him moving, which is good. We also have more chances to incent him to flap his wings and get a move on it. I fear, though, that he may be settling into his crippled mode and perceiving himself as disabled.
That dang bird. I love him so.
I’ll have to look into adaptive skiing programs.