March 12th 2010 4:28 pm
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Mom brought a bird in our house. She wants to tell the story, so here goes:
I had insomnia again and was awake real early but gave up trying to sleep so was in the living room around 6am. It was a beautiful morning. Birds going crazy. So, the cats and I were sitting in front of the picture window. They were watching the birds while I watched them watch the birds and worked on some of my videos. Then "BANG" "BANG"!!! Two birds hit the window, hard. They landed just barely within my view. I could see one hopping around, dazed, but okay. I was dubbing some camcorder footage so didn't head out the door right away to check on them. I was going to wait 5 minutes to finish what I was doing so I could hit the "stop" button at the right time. Then I saw Squirrel's body language. She was telling me the evil black cat was in her yard. So, I hurried out there to see if both birds were gone. Found one looking pretty bad but breathing. (The other was okay and gone.) I thought this one was toast but picked it up before black cat got there. It struggled a bit. Now I was stuck. I had this black cat at my heels and this almost dead bird in my hand. So, I went back in the house and carried the little bird past my very interested house cats. I put it in a shoe box and added a soft piece of cloth. I had read about doing this. I put it all in the bathroom while shooing away the cats. The box had a lid that didn't close properly so I knew this was only a temporary solution. I was quite sure the bird would not survive anyway. I decided to bring the box back outside so the bird could hear its friends instead of strange sounds from my house. I hadn't even put the box down before black cat was all over me. So, I wedged it, up high, between some tree branches. Then I went back in the house and did some reading about this situation. One article said to leave the lid open on the box. So, out I went to do that. Bird was not looking good but still alive. I went back in the house and another article stressed warmth. It was freezing outside so I warmed up an old sock and went and put that in the box. The bird had pooped by now but was still not looking good. Couldn't lift its head. But it was breathing and did perk up when I would stroke it. I went back in the house and read that it could take as long as 45 minutes for a bird in this situation to recover. So, I watched from the living room to make sure black cat didn't climb the tree, or crows come and get the poor thing. By now, over an hour had gone by. I had to get on with my day. First job was to walk Lobo the dog. So, my plan was to move the bird to my deck. There it would be safe from cats and dogs. That was the best I could do. I fully expected to find it dead after all that time. I went to move it and found it sitting up! I carefully removed the box from the tree and started to carry it to my back yard. The little thing then flew up in my face and then to a tree that was pretty far away! It was okay! This made my day. Had I not been there, it would have died. The black cat would have gotten it for sure. The article I was reading could now update the time taken for a bird to regain it senses to 80 minutes.
This is a link to a picture of the bird, and the box in the tree:
Great story and job! I have tried to do that but never with success, and didn't even have to keep hungry scavengers away.
You were in the right place at the right time...
Years ago, I had starlings in my house who came in through the chimney...like Santa, I think! It was quite the experience and job to shoo them out...
Life always has its interesting and memorable moments!
Minko and Pipo's meowmy
if you remove the space between the e and s (zrescuedbird.jpg) the photo shows,
Wow. What a great story. That bird sure picked the right window to hitl. He's a cute little thing. Our Mum takes them to our vet who lives above his surgery, or the 24/7 emergency vet up the road. They treat native wildlife for free.
Thank you Ra for telling us about the link trouble. We went to a website that shortens links and redid it. For some reason, photobucket kept putting a space in somewhere. Does any cat know why?? Our cartoon group struggles with that every week.
It is so cool that our humans love us and the little birdies. Mom is like that. She won't even kill a bug even though she totally understands when we do.
How wonderpurr that your mommy saved the little bird! :~)
Mummy has saved birds and mices from me and Willow, and they all seemed to make it. She did keep a mouse indoors in a box for a few hours with some food once but it was not good for the little critter and it seemed to be weaker when she let it go in a safe field, so now she just takes them straight out.