
Yesterday my son found a baby bird in the garden. We looked around for the nest or the mother but the mother was gone and the nest lay in a broken pile on the ground. I reckon the wind blew it out yesterday and the mother flew away thinking that was the end. We found it's little sibling on the ground but it was covered in ants already.
So we took the bird inside. I had some vague memory as a child looking after an abandoned bird and feeding it pronutro through a syringe. So we took it inside, it's little cheeps were barely audible but there nonetheless. It's little eyes were not open. We put it on a hot water bottle and a little blanket around it and I gave it some pronutro. It gulped it down. I then noticed it had an open wound on it's chest. I told the kids not to expect too much, it probably wouldn't survive till morning...

I went to bed feeling so sad about this tiny, fragile little life. With no mother to care for it and spending it's first and last moment alone. It broke my heart.
I was overjoyed this morning to see it was still alive {after asking hubby to check first as I couldn't bear to}. It was warm and cheeping softly and had some more food. The wound looked a bit better too.
I thought to myself..."what am I going to do now? We are off in less than 10 days to Paris for 10 days and what must I do with it? "So I phoned our local vet who gave me the number for a local lady who deals in bird rehabilitation.
I phoned her and she said to bring it right on over. Which is what I did.
I think she thought I was a bit bats!
As I started telling her about the bird, I started to cry! More on that tomorrow (scheduled post coming up tomorrow) but I just felt so sad having to part with the little thing, in a space of a few hours, I felt like I was its "mommy" weird I know.
I was granted a happy moment though, it opened it's little eyes for the first time in front of me and saw it's little world for the first time! How sweet.
She assured me that it was going to be find. The wound was in fact it's crop that had burst open but she said it looked like it was healing and she would raise it and care for it and was positive it would survive.
By the way it is a red eyed-ring turtle dove. (or something along those lines!)
So I am grateful for the happy ending.
I needed a happy ending so badly today.
Have a good weekend! Whatever you do, I hope it is filled with your loved ones around you.