The baby bird is safe!

Last night we rescued a little baby sparrow (or something) from – quite literally – the jaws of death… well, of Tuffy-cat. If you’re just a bit bigger than a very fluffy pingpong ball, that is a heart-stopping experience.

Thank Heaven, little Flutter-Wings had a strong heart.

This morning, I awoke to the sound of chirping. It was a single chirp, repeated every 30 seconds or so.

As I felt sure this was Mommy and Daddy calling for their little one, we decided to return little Flutter-Wings to Mother Nature. My heart skipped a beat when we slowly opened the door to the guest toilet, fearing that he might have died of starvation or thirst, despite the food and water we’d left for him.

He moved! He even gave a tiny little chirrup.

Much relieved, we carried the box into the garden. Daddy was waiting on the archway. I told him his little one was coming home, and I swear he understood, because he came closer, chirping softly.

We placed the box on the ground under the tree, surrounded by a chorus of chirps from Mommy and Daddy. Then we tiptoed into the house, Richard picking up Tuffy in case she couldn’t resist her hunting instinct.

We stood at the window, watching mesmerized to see what would happen. Amazingly, Daddy hopped onto the edge of the shoebox, chirrupping frantically, then Flutter-Wings hopped up onto the edge with one almighty hop.

And then, all three of them hopped and fluttered away towards the bushes next to the pool. Their nest had to be hidden somewhere around there. We waited to see whether the little one had enough strength to fly up, but he was still too little. Mommy and Daddy took turns flying down to him and up into the hibiscus, chirping encouragement, but no matter how hard little Flutter-Wings tried, he just couldn’t get up there. So they hid him in the ivy…. I think…

As you can imagine, it was really hard to go to work this morning. I would have preferred to set up camp at the window, keeping an eye on our adorable little bird-family, re-united once more.

3 thoughts on “The baby bird is safe!

  1. The parents must have been so concerned about his whereabouts as baby birds need to be fed once every 15 minutes from sun-up to sundown. It’s a difficult task for a human caregiver, but one that birds are equal to. However, by taking him in for the night you probably saved his life, as there are so many more predators out there in the dark.

  2. Hi Amy-Lynn

    I know, we were in such a quandary, not wanting to interfere with nature but not wanting yet another bird to be killed by roaming felines.

    In the last few months, we’ve buried about 3 birds in our garden – two of them appeared to have drowned – or more likely been whacked into the pool by a cat, while the last one was very, very small, with his feathers not fully formed or opened yet. It breaks my heart when they die, but because they died in *our* garden, we felt responsible for giving them a proper burial.

    So we are really over the moon that Flutter-Wings seems to be safe. He sure has a big story to tell to his family and friends! I wonder if he’ll give us a fly-past soon to show off his flying skills?

  3. It’s so sad to have to bury wildlife. I buried two baby bunnies this summer 😦 Every year we have a nest in our rosebush. Many years ago I tried to rescue a baby Blue Jay that had fallen from its nest. In the process I was attacked by one of the parents. It was pretty scary as it went for my head, so I decided to leave well enough alone and let nature take its course. The next day I found the baby dead farther back in the woods. Roaming felines do so much damage. I love cats but I’ve always kept mine indoors.

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