The Baby Bird Predicament

Why do we always get ourselves in these situations?

We arrived home tonight from the grocery store and we were bringing our bags in.
Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.

A tiny little huddled up ball of feathers laying on the ground.
It was right near where our dog and cat were hanging out.

ugh.
Did they do something to hurt this little guy?

I went over to assess the damage.

He was completely unresponsive



but breathing

and no signs of blood.

He wouldn't move.

He wouldn't open his little black eyes.

He wouldn't peep.

So...
my girls brains start swirling with ideas.

He needs a little dropper of warm milk Mom.

{{We've been reading the Sam Campbell books and this is how they revived a little bird}}

Here is what we did do~

they went out and dug some worms.

I chopped them up into bits and mixed the bits with water.
I forced his tiny beak open

and in dropped the worm juice.

mmmm....

we went back out a bit later and he was moving and opening his mouth for more.

guess I make a mean Worm Soup.


Now it's night though.

I can't go out every hour and feed this little fella.

We put him in an old abandoned nest in hopes that his parents will find him.

We haven't seen any signs of Momma or Daddy Blue Jay.

Do they take care of their young or put their eggs in other birds' nests?

I hadn't thought of that.

anyways~

Wish us lots of luck.

Remember how it went when we had the little shrew for an hour?
Poor Truman.


You can do it Baby Jay!!


edited~

Baby Jay didn't survive the night.

We are getting a lesson in the circle of life.

and yes...

we will be holding a funeral for our feathered friend.