Last night after coming home from dinner (around 10), It was drizzling (as it likes to do in FL). I heard a lot of what sounded like wing flapping. I looked up HIGH in a tree there was bird flapping its wings. I figured it was trying to dry its wings off after the hard rain. It looked like your standard dove/pigeon of some sort from its wings. Not 4 seconds later I see something falling from the branch where the bird was flapping. In the first split second I thought it was a feather but then when it made it to eye level I saw it was bigger and then THUD… OMG it was a baby bird and it fell on the sidewalk. I nearly went into hysterics right there. (it was about 15 feet infront of me) E was trying to get me to come inside but I was not obliging. I went running over to see if it was ok … No it wasn’t ok. I immediately started to cry and told him that we had to bury it. Then came another baby bird falling out of the sky but I caught that one. I was yelling at the bird that was pushing them out of the nest. Like the bird understood me. I refused to go in until E would bring me a shoebox with a newspaper/paper towel nest in it. I put the bird in the box with the lid half covering it and him and slid him under the bushes by our front door. E refused to let it in the house and we have 2 cats that I am sure would have LOVED to keep it warm. I made E come out and check on him a few times before getting to sleep. I cried myself to sleep. I was so upset. Stupid hormones I assume. I kept apologizing to E for crying because I told him I know it was ridiculous but I was so upset and couldn’t stop.
This morning I got up early, took a shower went and checked on the little guy, he was alive and breathing and he had moved spots. I packed in him a new dry shoebox and drove to work. Once I got to work I asked a co-worker who used to work at a zoo around here what to do with him. She directed me to a vet that also does wildlife rescue. So I took him there. Made a donation and drove back to work. I am glad the bird will have a chance. Poor lil thing
Disclaimer - If all fairness, I would have tried to save the bird regardless of the extra hormones I have, because I just love most animals and am just that kind of person. I have 2 cats that ended up at our house via rescuing. 1 from my work parking lot when her eyes were still glued ½ shut and 1 I drove 120 miles to get from my husbands’ friend that found a litter outside his house and was going to take to a shelter. So this is not my first rodeo. You would think that my husband would get used to this. Hey I think I found a new job for me.. The first Female Wildlife Biologist/Host for Ani.ma.l P.lan.et show