I LOVE this story! I likewise rescued three baby birds in a nest on a porch where I lived late one night when their mama did not come back. I knew something was wrong because a bird would NEVER leave her babies like that in the night. I took them inside, wrapped them in tissue, and fed them through the night with a mixture of water, egg and bread crumbs. Took them to work at an office next day and I worked at an old hospital in the publicity dept. Likewise hid them in a box in the drawer, and when fellow workers heard them, they put a B.I.C.U. (Bird Intensive Care Unit) sign on my door and helped me too. A few nights later I called some old friends - the husband was from Yugoslavia and he knew a lot about wild birds, so they agreed to take the one fellow left. Two of the birds died from respiratory ailments while I still had them, but the third bird had a strong will to live and he did! We named him peepers as he sang in bed with me when I would hold him in my hands and sing to him before we went to sleep. That bird lived to be the nice old age of 14 years old - amazing for a little wild bird. He loved the husband from the old country very much, who hand fed him and made special perches for him. When the bird got arthritis from his old age, the man made him soft things to sit on so his feet wouldn't hurt. Although they would leave his cage door open during the day on the porch so that he could actually go free if he chose to, he never did. Other birds would come and visit him, but he was happy with his "home," and never wanted to leave. He DID know how to fly as the man taught him when he was a little fellow. He was called Peepers bcause whenever I would go visit them at their home, he would peep and flap his wings happily! So good when we can help another creature to live! Thank you all for rescuing the kitten too. What a grand story! I guess there are at least a few of us out there!
On Mar 12, 2012 Anne Copeland wrote:
I LOVE this story! I likewise rescued three baby birds in a nest on a porch where I lived late one night when their mama did not come back. I knew something was wrong because a bird would NEVER leave her babies like that in the night. I took them inside, wrapped them in tissue, and fed them through the night with a mixture of water, egg and bread crumbs. Took them to work at an office next day and I worked at an old hospital in the publicity dept. Likewise hid them in a box in the drawer, and when fellow workers heard them, they put a B.I.C.U. (Bird Intensive Care Unit) sign on my door and helped me too. A few nights later I called some old friends - the husband was from Yugoslavia and he knew a lot about wild birds, so they agreed to take the one fellow left. Two of the birds died from respiratory ailments while I still had them, but the third bird had a strong will to live and he did! We named him peepers as he sang in bed with me when I would hold him in my hands and sing to him before we went to sleep. That bird lived to be the nice old age of 14 years old - amazing for a little wild bird. He loved the husband from the old country very much, who hand fed him and made special perches for him. When the bird got arthritis from his old age, the man made him soft things to sit on so his feet wouldn't hurt. Although they would leave his cage door open during the day on the porch so that he could actually go free if he chose to, he never did. Other birds would come and visit him, but he was happy with his "home," and never wanted to leave. He DID know how to fly as the man taught him when he was a little fellow. He was called Peepers bcause whenever I would go visit them at their home, he would peep and flap his wings happily! So good when we can help another creature to live! Thank you all for rescuing the kitten too. What a grand story! I guess there are at least a few of us out there!