Sunday after church, Erin came running in to tell us that she had found a baby bird on the ground. Found this sweet little baby on the ground, up under some pipes that run along the ground against the building - it must have crawled under there after falling out of the nest. There were two adult birds flying around, acting all worried, but we didn't think we could get it back in the nest as the nest is up inside the eaves of the building. Well, it just so happens that I know where to take wild birds as I have rescued 3 *other* birds within a block of our house over the last several years. So here we go - scoop him up, put him in a box, off to the clinic that takes 'em in. Closed. !sigh
Went back to the building, DH got a ladder and did manage to stuff the baby back into the nest so we went to lunch. Checked on the baby (the building is 1/2 block from our house) after we got back from lunch and everything was fine.
Got back to church at 4:45 and he was down on the ground again.
So I put him in a different box, stuck him in the nursery during church
and took him home after church.
He seemed to be physically fine, just couldn't stay in the dumb nest. HUNGRY as all get out. Went out back and dug up worms for him and chopped them up (
I *like* earthworms!) and fed them to the greedy gus. Had to get up at 4-frickin-30 in the morning because he was insistently going "CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP!" Finally got him to the vet clinic yesterday morning. He was really sweet. I think he would have been fun to take care of if it weren't for the fact that A) I have a cat!
and B) baby birds need fed constantly!
I think I'm some sort of bird-in-distress magnet. This makes 4 birds I've rescued and one duck I've called all over the state looking for someone to take care of because it was on the museum property.
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