How this always happens on my door step I will never know! It seems like we are always sharing our living quarters with all walks of life.
I am so much my mothers daughter it isn't even funny. My mom is a very compassionate person. She has always instilled a value in us kids to take mercy on animals in need, to be compassionate people. Growing up, my mom was usually helping some sort of animal whether it be domesticated or wild, from bringing in litters of stray pups to bottle feeding orphaned rabbits. We learned many values from our up bringing. A few of those values, being compassion respect and a responsibility towards an animal by feeding it, finding it a home or by returning it back to the wild. I suppose I am just carrying on her tradition.... a tradition of compassion that I hope to instill in my children as well.
This little babe along with another, was found on the patio. The other one didn't make it. This one has two puncture wounds at the base of each wing... compliments of Apple Sauce (the cat) I am sure.
There was not a sign of the nest near by as we searched each tree and shrub around the house nor was there any frantic parents flying around. All we can do now is keep it on a heating pad, doctor the wounds and try to find it food. The first two items are easy but not knowing what kind of bird this is complicates the food process a bit.
Does anyone have any suggestions? Right now we are mashing worms and potato bug larva. Any suggestions/insight would be greatly appreciated.