TWEETS AND TWITTERS

As I was sending an email this morning, Glenn came in and said he'd found a baby bird in the barn. He was holding it in his closed hand so I assumed it hadn't survived. I wondered why he'd chosen to bring it into the house and show it to me. He knows what a soft heart I have for animals. When he said, "It's alive", I was willing to take a peek at it. What a sweet little bird. He found it when he was pulling down the loft steps. It was sitting on one of the steps, chirping for it's mother. He looked around in the loft but saw no birds up there. He carefully replaced the steps, thinking the mother bird would come back for her little one, but no mama bird came. Before he left the barn, he checked on the baby once more. It was still chirping so he decided to bring it inside. I think he knew if he didn't, he'd either have to go back out and retrieve it or I'd go to the barn and rescue it myself. It surely would not have survived long in this heat with no mother bird to feed and protect it. So now my granddaughter and I are surrogate parents to a baby bird. Granddaughter is staying here this week and I do believe she has as soft a heart toward animals as I do. She's certainly a cat whisperer. The cats absolutely love her. So does Mandy, the dog. We've begun hourly feedings and so far, the little bird has a good appetite and a strong chirp. At his last feeding a few minutes ago, he climbed out of the soft cloth which surrounded him and worked his way up to my hand. Maybe he felt more secure there. (It's a good thing we have excellent hand-washing routines around here.) We're aware the little guy may not survive. If he doesn't, we'll know we did our best to save him. I prefer to think good thoughts. I rescued and hand-raised a baby robin two years ago and he was successfully released. I hope for a similar happy ending to this little bird's story. Stay tuned.....