...all of the emotions that go along with baby birds! So yesterday morning I went out to watch the parent Carolina Wrens feed the babies and the whole nest had been destroyed. It was ripped out of the bird-house and strewn all over my front porch. I happened to look around the ground beneath the porch and found a lone little baby that had fallen pretty far and landed on a rock. I picked him up and he was still alive [barely]. I rushed in with him and wrapped him up in a dish cloth and held him for a long time, so his body temperature would come back up...he was so cold at first. Then I quickly "Googled" what to do and started hunting worms [along with the Robins] and cutting them up in tiny pieces to feed him. I was also giving him drops of water. He survived all day and then took his last little breath this morning when I picked him up...it was almost as if he survived the night just to say "thanks and goodbye". I don't know what attacked the nest, but Nature sure can be heart-breaking sometimes.
So today I'm going to focus my energies on making some new things...inspired by a tiny little bird [I named Rocky, since he was such a fighter]. He'll be buried under the Cypress Tree, amongst the worms that are so plentiful under there! I had no idea we had so many worms in the yard!
♥ & peace always ~ Kathy
"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." ~ Lou Holtz