|Posted by prairiewildernesscemetery on August 19, 2009 at 10:57 PM|
I never heard of this happening before:
This morning, I looked out my bedroom window, toward the yard door from the garage. A shrike was pecking at something small and round, laying on the cement "porch", like a fat little mouse. It stirred and rolled over, and the shrike flew about, landed several feet away, then fluttered back and pecked the little creature again. Gradually, the big one pestered the small one until the small one stood up and was obviously a baby shrike. Then, suddenly, the adult used its beek to grab the fledgling by the base of its beek and flew away with it to the other side of the yard!