I am now a 'bird rescuer'. I have rescued three in total in the last week and a half alone!
1) One day after school my mum called out "Quick come here!" I rushed into the room, to see a bird through the window, just sitting on the ledge, looking in. I could tell by the fuzzy head that it was just a little baby birdy, and a very cute one too. As we watched it, it fell back onto its butt, and just sat there, its legs sticking up into the air. It didnt try to get up at all.
I went outside to see if there was a mummy and daddy around, and there was, but there was no way that they would be able to help it. The bird jumped off the window sill and wondered into the vegie patch.
Mum convinced me to wait half an hour before we moved it, so we left it. Although, after we c came back it had gone. I assume it had a quick learn-to-fly-in-3-easy-steps! course or
somthing.
2) I got picked up early from school one day. As we were driving out of the carpark, I could see some birds on the road. Usually they are smart enough to fly out of the way so we carried on driving. as I looked back, there was one still sitting on the road - inches from where we had driven!
I jumped out of the car and had a closer looked. It looked like another baby had fallen out of a tree, couldnt fly yet, and the mum couldnt help it. I went to pick it up, but it half flied, half hopped along the ground for a metre and stopped again. I didnt want it to get squashed, so I picked it up and moved it off the road into the trees.
3) As we were sititng down to dinner, there came a load THUD from the front of the house. I imediatly thought was a cat had ran into the wall! Although i didnt realise until later they were both in the same room. I was close though - a bird had flown straight into a window and knocked itself out. By the time i got there, some 1.769 seconds or so later, the other birds were already poking at it.
I picked it up to bring inside. My parents wouldnt take it to the RSPCA because they didnt
think it would survive the 20 minutes to get there, so we all ran frantically around searching for the right size box. The poor thing had hit itself on the head, and had a slightly swollen eye, as well as being dazed. I wrapped it in a towel, in a box, and put it in the wheelbarrow outside.
Throughout the evening (every 10 minutes) I went out to check on it. There was one point where i thought it had died, but it just turned out the be asleep. Can birds sleep? They can now.
A few hours later, so everyones amazment, it had recovered enough and flown away!
Well, either that or it had been 'got' by a cat.
And that is how I save the birds =)
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
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