Last Friday, I came home to find this baby squawking on our front sidewalk.
I went to see if he was ok. Looked around for the cat. Stayed on the front porch a bit, looking for his parents. Picked him up and placed him in the shade on the grass near the same spot.
Dug a worm. Watched for his parents a little more. Decided to squish the worm a bit and feed it to the baby.
Made the baby a little nest near the same spot with pine straw from under the tree. (So he was not out in the open.) Watched over him and fed him worm bits (totally gross) and a smashed blueberry til dark.
The next morning, I got up and expected not to find him. At least not alive, but he was, squawking up at me. Like "Where in the world have you been?" I then brought him to a box on the porch nested with dryer lint. I keep up the almost every 20-30 minute feedings throughout the weekend days only to find him peacefully gone Monday morning.
I am pretty sure one of his legs were broken and he had a slim to no chance of survival anyway, but I just could not turn my head and leave him there on the hot sidewalk.
I tried.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Baby Blue Jay
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8 comments:
Aw. Poor little thing.
You did all you could do.
Poor baby, he wouldn't have survived that long here
Bless your heart for doing what you did. How sad, but if he had a broken leg, he could not have fended for himself. It's too bad there wasn't a wildlife rehab there. They might have been able to mend his leg.
Aw, poor little guy; at least he had somebody watching over him at the end.
That is such a sad story!!! Poor little baby bird!!!!! You are so nice to have sheltered and fed him!!!! Sara
Your picture is right next to ours in the dictionary listing for "softie." :-) The mother says that God always sends them to either help them live or comfort them to die.
Sometimes that's all we can do. I'm sure the little guy appreciated your caring actions. Poor thing...:-(
You are the best!!!
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