Edwina's Secretary
06-07-2002, 10:59 AM
Last Saturday I was weeding the garden, along with my totally useless helper Edwina. The birds seemed unusally chatty. Finally I realized that one bird was on the roof peeping her head off and it sounded like intense peeping coming from the exterior basement stairwell. I couldn't see anything at first but kept hearing the frantic peeping. Finally I saw the baby bird. (Edwina was staring intently at the last spot where she saw the elusive chipmunk and missing all of this.)
The baby bird could fly a little bit -- up one step and back down, but that was it. I decided to put some bird seed down for him.
Sunday morning he was still there and the bird seed was untouched. My husband suggested bringing the bird out of the stairwell where momma bird could help. (These are not cats, I told him. The momma isn't going to carry it back to the nest in her mouth!) I had no better ideas and a flight to catch. SO I put on a pair of gloves and carried the bird up the stairs. It kept flying out of my hands back down the stairs. At one point it hid behind a garden pot on one stair.
I put the baby up on a brick wall (which it promptly flew off to the ground.)
I returned to put things on the stairs back in place and forgot that a casement window was open, rose up and clunked my head which began to bleed -- no time for this!
So there I was -- the bird was missing in the bushes, my head was bleeding and hurt like @#$% and I had to get cleaned up and off to the airport.
Today is the first day since that I have been able to turn my neck. I think I'd best leave the rescuing to the far more coodinated and capable!
The baby bird could fly a little bit -- up one step and back down, but that was it. I decided to put some bird seed down for him.
Sunday morning he was still there and the bird seed was untouched. My husband suggested bringing the bird out of the stairwell where momma bird could help. (These are not cats, I told him. The momma isn't going to carry it back to the nest in her mouth!) I had no better ideas and a flight to catch. SO I put on a pair of gloves and carried the bird up the stairs. It kept flying out of my hands back down the stairs. At one point it hid behind a garden pot on one stair.
I put the baby up on a brick wall (which it promptly flew off to the ground.)
I returned to put things on the stairs back in place and forgot that a casement window was open, rose up and clunked my head which began to bleed -- no time for this!
So there I was -- the bird was missing in the bushes, my head was bleeding and hurt like @#$% and I had to get cleaned up and off to the airport.
Today is the first day since that I have been able to turn my neck. I think I'd best leave the rescuing to the far more coodinated and capable!