Comments on: My pet Jackdaw

By: pete

pete — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 17:16:16 +0000

I too know a tame Jackdaw. His name is Blacky and he is something of a local celebrity. From what I can gather Blacky was found in a wrecked nest and hand reared by a neighbour. Blacky comes most days,loves to sit on peoples shoulders and likes to eat butter and sultanas and sounds like no other Jackdaw. He has 290 friends on Facebook

By: wendy greenslade

wendy greenslade — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 21:32:23 +0000

I too have experienced the friendship of a Jackdaw. We currently have one that has seemed to adopt us and the people in the close we live in in Dorset. Our ” Jack ” does speak he says Jack, Jackjack and come on. It’s wonderful. he loves children but has unfortunately discovered the local secondary school where most are fascinanted by him, unfortunately there is a element that have tried to hurt him (their parents would be disgusted by them). he has recently taken to knocking on the classroom windows and has on occasions actually got in. this has led to him been labled a nuisance and the powers to be want him removed. this is such a shame as if he was just ignored he’d get bored and go on to something else. we really fear for his safety but we cannot see anyway of helping him. Any ideas would be lovely. He’s even got a facebook page and loads of friends!!!!!!!!

By: Helen Wilson nee Ruffle

Helen Wilson nee Ruffle — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 21:46:56 +0000

How fitting for you! Lovely story and as it was the first Beach Boys song to knock me off my feet, and gave everybody good vibrations, I believe it!

By: Terence Ruffle

Terence Ruffle — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 20:31:32 +0000

I was by the lake at Elms farm park today, watching what I thought was a Jackdaw fly above me.
And again I started to wonder why “Jack” had chosen me for a friend. I’d love to see some deep spiritual meaning as to why, that perhaps he was my familiar or a spirit guide.
Then I remembered a story I’d heard Brian Wilson tell. He said him and his Ma were walking back from the shops one day, early 1966 and they encountered a man walking a dog. When they got to Brian and Audrey the dog wagged it’s tail and Brian and his Mum made a fuss of the dog. Yet the dog barked at the next person the dog and his owner passed. Brian couldn’t figure it, and asked his Ma why the dog had liked them and not the fellow behind them.
“Good vibrations” she said.

By: Tracey

Tracey — Wed, 19 May 2010 10:27:57 +0000

What a wonderful story and great memories I found this as I too have cared for a Jackdaw (with a broken wing) for about 6 weeks but have not seen him since Saturday and can only hope that he’s ok…….

By: Terence Ruffle

Terence Ruffle — Wed, 05 May 2010 20:50:15 +0000

Another not so wonderful childhood memory has just come back to me reading this.
As I’ve mentioned before, my Ma was the ladies bathing hut(changing rooms)attendant. For people who fancied a swim but didn’t bring their cossies for a small fee one could hire a blue wool costume. Crickey they were wicked! Like an underwear version of the “hair shirt”. They were like stepping into a big Brillo pad! Rough would never cover the actual feeling of this blue wool, and heaven knows how many kids were sexually scarred as a result of wearing one. And of course they got very heavy once wet from swimming, so many embarrassing moments were brought about by them.
My gonads still shirk at the thought!