Every year birds build a nest in the huge evergreen trees above our patio. After so many years you would think they would learn not to. You see, the branches move a lot in the wind and every year some baby birds fall out of the nest and pass.
Today was a windy day. When I got home from the gym, to my horror there were 2 poor baby birds who had fallen out of the nest onto our patio and passed. As soon as I saw them I started to cry. I don't know about you, but I can't just leave them there or just toss them into the bushes. So, like every year, I grab a shovel and bury them. I dug a hole (only one, I feel they should stay together) and put the first one in it. When I went back for the second one I burst into tears all over again. Not too far from the second one was a third. It had landed on our grill cover which was folded up on the ground. I buried the second one and came back for the third.
When I approached it, to my complete surprise it sprang to life. Sat straight up with its wide open mouth to the sky, chirping for food. The grill cover had cushioned it's fall! My sad tears turned to joyous ones!
I quickly called my local animal control to find out where I could bring this little one. They called me back and told me there was an animal hospital about a half hour away that accepts birds and bring them to the local bird sanctuary. I ran inside, grabbed a towel and a shoebox and made a little nest for him. He seemed very comfortable in there. Then, hopped in the car and drove straight to the animal hospital.
At each light I lifted the lid to check on him and each time without fail he would sit straight up with his mouth wide open chirping for food. Every time I saw that more tears of joy streamed down my face.
When I got there they asked me to fill out a form so they could keep track of where each bird came from. So I filled out my info, where he was found and why he was picked up. (I also gave them a donation because it is so great that they do this) When I got to the bottom of the page it asked me to name the bird so the sanctuary could identify him. I was also told I could call back, tell them his name and they could tell me how he was doing. Isn't that just so awesome?! Anyway, I stood there for a second asking myself what to name the bird. I named him the first thing that popped into my head.
Everyone, I would like you to meet Calvin. Calvin means little bald one. They Hubby says he is kinda ugly, I think he is cute!
Please send good thoughts and prayers for this little guy that he survives and thrives. I cry every time I think about him. I got so attached to him in the 2 hours we were together. I'm torn on weather or not I should call for an update in a couple days. Even though he seemed so strong I am so scared he won't make it and I can't bear to hear that.
|Chirping for food|