In a somewhat panicked tone this morning, Idoia asks me for help from the living room. I drop what I’m doing and hustle out to hear her expressing kitty-level concern for a small bird that had fallen outside our patio. I picked this little dude up and encouraged him to stand on his own. 10 minutes later, he flew from one short shrub to another, and Idoia was satisfied that he was going to make it. What is it lately with me and animals?
on Apr 25th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
I found the same sort of bird this morning on my way in to work. I picked him up, called a vet and he told me to just put him in a dark ventilated box for a few hour with a towel. I did just that and he came back slowly but surely. I released him just now and was wondering what type of bird this is…and then I ran into your story. I guess they are really clumsy animals!
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