New photos taken over the past week and a half:
Charlie and Mandie at 2 days.
4 days old.
5 days old.
7 days old here and here. Notice their wings are starting to take shape now. And the spine is forming. That hole in the head I guess is the ear after all; I keep thinking it’s the nostril and will move to the front. Was fooled before too. You can’t see it here, but their eyes are open by now.
The same day, this past Monday, I also took this photo of the squirrel tree. I’m afraid you can’t see the squirrel nest very easily at all, but it’s toward the top of the tree near the window handle. In the tree it’s on the right side of the middle and down a bit from the top. The squirrel tree is on our condominium’s side of the wall separating the properties. You can see the roof of the mansion on the far side of the yard. This is their backyard. From the top of our 36-story building, you can look down on the layout of the whole place, and they have a big fountain in the front yard and a couple of wings to the house. I’ll try to take a photo of that sometime. All I know is the place belongs to some sort of sugar tycoon, your typical wealthy Chinese-Thai businessman.
But pack to Charlie and Mandie:
8 days old. Getting some color in those wings. I believe that’s Charlie in the foreground. He’s definitely the bigger of the two. Maybe we’ve actually called the genders right this time!
9 days old. I think that’s Mandie on the right, and this is the first clear view of an eye in these photos.
And that brings us up to today at 10 days old, here and here. In that first one especially, you can really see the wings and quills coming along and the beaks extending.
I have a couple of videos I’m uploading to YouTube soon. Both are of the squabs at 2 days old, but one includes Ladyboy the mother.
Tonight I picked up the squabs, and the parents completely freaked out. Flew quickly over to the window frames. Ladyboy returned, but The Bully has disappeared. I guess he’ll come back in the morning. He keeps acting like a guard – been staying here at night over on the rails – but ran at the first sign of trouble. Ha! But I’ll stop picking up the squabs at night.
I think soon we’ll try transferring the squabs to the roomier flower box soon. Maybe wait until they start squealing for food, so the parents can be sure to find them this time! 