1 , 2003 -- Nine Days Old Shadow sings a "baby
song." He is already incredibly tame.
Shadow eats and eats and eats! He acts as if each meal is his last. His feathers
are growing at an amazing rate, but his little belly is still bald. Perhaps that
is why he still likes to nap against the warmed sock filled with rice. During
several naps today he made the little twittering sounds that we like to call "starling
is unbelievably tame; he calls for us, snuggles
against us when we hold him, and immediately
gapes upon seeing us. Today he also made
it clear that he thinks I am "mom",
even though each of us takes turns caring
for him. It may be because I talk to him
more than anyone else and whistle or sing
to him. If he hears me say one word way
across the house from him, he goes crazy
hollering, no matter if he has just been
fed moments earlier. He watches my face
in fascination the entire time I interact
with him. We are just certain that he is
a little genius.
new feather tips on my wings. As usual, in this photo I am demanding food.
amazing feather growth that occurred since yesterday.