I think most everyone has figured out: I wear my heart on my sleeve when it comes to animals. So, my husband walks in the house with Ethan and baby bird they found in the lawn beneath one of our large maple trees. A very dehydrated, baby robin to be exact. I heat up some pedialyte and tell him to grab the med syringe from the silverware drawer. The neighbor kid pops over to drop off a timing light he borrowed and looks at us like we're crazy as Mike carries on a conversation with him, holds the bird as I feed it. LOL He leaves, Mike hands me the bird, takes Ethan and both are off to cut hay at one of the farms. I already knew where the nest was from another casuality this morning.
WWJD (what would julie do)??
I went and got my POS ladder. And darn it, it's not quite tall enough. So I back up my plow truck, stand the ladder up in the back of the truck. Perfect. Put Robin in a small bucket, padded with towel, a string attached so I can hoist him up versus my first thought of sticking him in my hoodie pouch. I went up the ladder, then climbed the branch and reunited baby Robin with its family. A pissed off momma and daddy robin were close by, worms in beaks, wondering what I was doing. But Robin is back home and was chomping some worms as I descended. Hopefully, Robin will make it. :idk: The nest itself wasn't very structurally sound but I have high hopes. The baby feathers were in the process of being replaced by flying feathers. So I'm hoping it wont be much longer before it's really time for the chicks to take flight.
002 -- baby Robin
004 -- the tree (the nest was in the upper fork seen in the branch on the left)
005 -- scaffolding
008 -- Robin (upper) & sibling (lower)
011 -- you can kind of make out the momma bird
WWJD (what would julie do)??
I went and got my POS ladder. And darn it, it's not quite tall enough. So I back up my plow truck, stand the ladder up in the back of the truck. Perfect. Put Robin in a small bucket, padded with towel, a string attached so I can hoist him up versus my first thought of sticking him in my hoodie pouch. I went up the ladder, then climbed the branch and reunited baby Robin with its family. A pissed off momma and daddy robin were close by, worms in beaks, wondering what I was doing. But Robin is back home and was chomping some worms as I descended. Hopefully, Robin will make it. :idk: The nest itself wasn't very structurally sound but I have high hopes. The baby feathers were in the process of being replaced by flying feathers. So I'm hoping it wont be much longer before it's really time for the chicks to take flight.
002 -- baby Robin
004 -- the tree (the nest was in the upper fork seen in the branch on the left)
005 -- scaffolding
008 -- Robin (upper) & sibling (lower)
011 -- you can kind of make out the momma bird
Looks like you helped out another family... 
