This morning I was taking down the last of the fig net (at least until the autumn crop ripens, then the bird wars begin again). When I turned around, guess who I saw in the garden bed in front of the house? Little Mr. Bird again. And when I walked toward him, he hopped away but didn't fly.
Oh brother.
So I took a quick walk to the vet next door and asked if they took in hurt birds, which they do. I got a shoe box and went over to Little Mr. Bird here he was hiding behind my Designer Twig. But when I tried to pick him up, he let me get all the way to touching him, then fluttered away. On the second try he flew all the way into the fig tree.
So I didn't bring him to the vet after all, because he seems to be on the road to recovery. But unfortunately he's not there yet. I hope I don't find him dead under the fig tree in a few days, but in the meantime the cats stay inside whilst he recovers.
Oh brother.
So I took a quick walk to the vet next door and asked if they took in hurt birds, which they do. I got a shoe box and went over to Little Mr. Bird here he was hiding behind my Designer Twig. But when I tried to pick him up, he let me get all the way to touching him, then fluttered away. On the second try he flew all the way into the fig tree.
So I didn't bring him to the vet after all, because he seems to be on the road to recovery. But unfortunately he's not there yet. I hope I don't find him dead under the fig tree in a few days, but in the meantime the cats stay inside whilst he recovers.
2 comments:
You and Cody should talk birds. Seriously.
Is Cody a bird nerd? Sweet!
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