Yesterday afternoon I found that a bird's nest had blown out of our maple tree in the backyard. I went to pick it up and heard faint chirping. There was one baby bird on the ground, and another still in the nest. I scooped it up and hurried inside. I placed the nest in the shoe box, called Mom, and we cried knowing they would probably go to heaven. Well, after I got off the phone, one of them opened it's mouth at me- who wouldn't have offered it something?! I soaked dogfood in water and tried to feed them.
They are so tiny and one is completely pink with no feathers. I'm not sure if they will make it, but I'm sure going to give it my best. So far, I've been feeding them every 20 minutes- yes, it's time consuming. They made it through their first night and are still doing OK now.
I'm not hopefully they will live, but I'm trying. Sometimes it's so hard being tender hearted!
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