Thanks for popping in. Today is proof once again, that you never know what’s round the corner, and the best laid plans can go to pot in a flash – or should I say a flutter? Read on…
Finally, I had made time this morning to clear away all the gear from Sunday’s TV shows. I popped to the downstairs loo before starting the arduous task of emptying all the demo boxes, and happened to hear a bird chirping outside. Very loudly and very urgently. My heart sank. One of the cats had maybe caught a bird? But hang on! They were both sitting at my feet indoors, listening intently too!
“That sounds close”, I thought, and looked out of the window. There on the step was a little fledgling. A very large bird, but a baby nonetheless, which evidently wasn’t ready to fly yet.
And immediately, a baby bird rescue operation was launched. Locked Ragnar and Erik in the house and dashed round to help. Looked around for the parents. Nada. Looked round everywhere where the nest might be – the only possible place is up at the top of the house in the honeysuckle growth on the wall. Couldn’t just leave it there, squawking, attracting the attention of every cat in the neighbourhood, so I decided to keep it safe till Farmer Dave gets home. He who knows what to do in these instances!
Googled what to do with a baby bird. It said not to move it. Well, that’s all well and good except when the chances of survival leaving it where it is are pretty much 0.
So now we’re hanging out together in the SHAC. I’ve been feeding him tiny amounts of soggy soft bread and giving him water with a cleaned out Distress ink pipette – and we are getting on just fine. He is chirping up a storm, and irony of ironies – I have made him a little quiet nest in the Box we take the cats to the vets in – just in case they air drop in through one of the windows when my back is turned!
Ask me how much tidying and filing and sorting I’ve been doing. Nada. Do you know what? CBA. Hanging out with a little birdie is much more important.
I think he may be a song thrush actually! He is the spit of this little fella, and reading up on song thrushes, they do nest in shrubs and trees on walls, and now is the right time.
My mission is to either reunite this little fella with his mum, which is starting to look unlikely, or keep him alive until he is strong enough and developed enough to fly free.
Right. I’m off into the garden now, to go foraging for him, find some insects for him. Yummy. Dave says he will get the ladder out when he gets home, and see if he can locate the nest, to put him back in with the family.
His chances of survival may be slim, but they’re still better odds than cat food.
Stay safe, and don’t go falling out of the nest!
Love and Hugs