I am now a mother bird.
Mission: Save motherless baby bird.
So two days ago, I was packing boxes when I heard a dull thud near my window. I looked outside and there was a bird, on her back, struggling for breath. I went outside and kneeled beside it, but it wouldn't move. Within ten minutes it was dead and there was nothing I could do but pick it up (with gloves of course, I don't plan on contracting bird flu any time soon) and giving her the proper bird burial.... via trash can.
With the mama bird deceased, its one remaining baby (the other two got eaten by...something) sat in its nest, hungry and squealing. Every time I went outside, all i could hear was its pitiful call for help, or more accurately, a call for food. Yesterday evening I gave in. I couldn't let that poor baby starve to death. Against the advice of the majority of websites I checked, I decided to feed the chicklet.
Well, I don't have any worms on hand and the idea of regurgitating insects to the bird didn't sound too appetizing, so I used what I had. Armed with bits of smashed banana and a pair of tweezers, I climbed a ladder to the nest and fed the chick some banana. He was so hungry, I don't think he cared much what he ate.
This morning I fed him again. I doubt bananas are quite good for birds, but he survived the night and thats positive, right? He almost looks ready to fly and I believe within a week, his feathers will be grown out enough to allow him to do so. I don't know if he will though, without a mother bird to push him out of the nest.
So, I guess I've taken on the role of mother bird.
I really hope this baby of mine doesn't die.
Question of the Day:
Have you ever interfered with nature in order to help?