...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!
Happy Monday!!
♥ & peace always ~ Kathy
Poor little Rocky! Nature is harsh. Too bad he did not make it. However you made his time he had much more enjoyable. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear this Kathy..we just went through the same thing with Swallows...they always build under our porch and the babies fall out every year! It's so distressing...some years they survive and some years they don't. Mother nature has sure been on a tear so far this year.
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