What was I just saying about not having any more animals?
Well, this one doesn't really count since he'll most likely be dead by morning.
Damon had just arrived home from work, and was upstairs having a shower when Stella came meowing inside. It was a strange meow - it sounded muffled - sort of like her mouth was full....
'Stella? Stells? What's up?' I walked over, heard some squeaking and then: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! DAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!'
You would have thought that he'd be relieved to discover that it was only a baby bird, and not an ax murderer who had entered our kitchen in the jaws of our cat and caused me to scream. But as it turned out, he was less than impressed after having tripped in the bathtub on his frantic sprint to my aid, and I am now forbidden to make any noise that may signal fear unless I am being attacked or if Damon's team looses a football game.
Stella hadn't injured the little guy at all, and there is no way I could 'Throw it into the bush' as Damon so brashly suggested.
So, he's in a little box at the front door (the bird, not Damon), and I have spent the last half hour prowling the grounds for bugs of any sort to keep his tummy full. This is quite a feat for me, as I even ants bring me to my knees in squeem. Nevertheless, I have a small Tupperware container that has been carefully (and bravely) filled with worms, and my little patient opens his mouth eagerly every time I open his box and dangle protein oven his mouth with a pair of tweezers.
It's not easy being a bird mom. After reading up online about 'The Do's and Don't's of Baby Bird Rescue' I am wondering if I really am cut out for this sort of thing? How the heck am I going to find enough worms to feed him every hour? Unless he starts eating things like Corn Flakes and Tunafish Sandwiches, I really don't see how this is going to work.
On the internet, I am advised to call my local animal rescue shelter immediatly. After a few minutes of contemplation I realized something that immediatly sent alarm bells off in my head: I AM THE LOCAL ANIMAL SHELTER. Oh boy.
7 comments:
Oh Leah, so sweet! You are a brave woman and you can do it. Keep that little birdie fed and loved and just see what happens...and if not, well, you tried! And I'm sure your cat was just trying to save it, not have it for lunch, right!?!
Tanks for putting a smile on my face today. Leah, Gaurdian and Protrtector of animals.
Oh Lordy, Leah. Your thailands spca. You did not spend enough time on our farm as child getting immune to the mistreatment of animals. (Not like animals get mistreated on farms...seriously...but you know.)
You crack me up! I love the animal lover in you! Be sure to let us all know how this little chick does!
At a girl!
chirp chirp
wow, looks just like my son at 3am, mouth wide open :)
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