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.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Posted by Jen @ 2:16 PM