Ok, ok, so the title is a little misleading. A while back I read a post by "3 of 7" regarding a baby crow that he saved, and this is a similar story.
As I'm walking my dog back into my house yesterday evening, she starts to freak out at this quivering, flailing little creature that had mysteriously appeared right before us!
As we cautiously came closer to it, it became evident that this was a helpless little baby bird that had just attempted its first dive out of the nest, which was about 20 feet above this concrete slab it was currently on. I have no idea how this thing survived such a drop.
After putting my crazed dog back in the house, I came back running out to tend to this poor little bird that must certainly have been near death.
Its eyes were closed, most of its body was pink and barely had any feathers. I can't imagine this bird even being close to achieving flight.
So as I tried to pick it up, it at first resisted, but soon started to huddle into my warm hands. Upon closer inspection, it looked like it had a broken leg.
In any case, I took it inside the house and made a little nest for it out of a small carboard box and a handful of dryer lint which I have been saving for just such an occasion. I thought it best to leave it alone in a dark corner for a couple of hours to see if it would survive.
Several hours later, just before my bedtime, I checked on the baby bird. It was still alive, breathing normally, still with its eyes closed. So I thought I'd give it a heat source for the night, using the battery charger from my camcorder (gives off just a little bit of heat) to keep the side of its makeshift nest warm. I went to sleep, fully expecting to find a stiff little piece of poultry in the nest the next morning.
So I wake up this morning, go and check on this bird, and its eyes are wide open and it's sqweeking at me to feed it. From watching many Bugs Bunny cartoons, I know birds like to eat worms, but I wasn't about to go and dig some up this early in the morning. So instead, I opened up a tin of my dog's canned beef, mushed some up, and started feeding it. It was hilarious! This bird was not doing any effort to eat. It just sat there with its beak wide open, and fully expected me to shove the mushed-up food down its gullet -- which I did. It had about a quarter teaspoon of this mush and it seemed content. So back in its nest it went, and off to work I went.
So I told my boss that I was late for work this morning was because I was playing with my birdie. I don't know why her face got so red!?