My five year old grandson came running in, breathlessly, from the backyard on Saturday. A tiny bird, with very few feathers and eyes still closed, had fallen out of its nest in the poplar tree beside the patio. Help was needed urgently to save his life as cats were roaming the area.
At first the children thought he might be a swift, in which case they planned to name him Taylor Swift. But an internet search soon revealed that he was a sparrow, so he became Jack Sparrow, instead.
A previously found nest was placed inside a cell phone box and the little fellow was placed carefully inside. What was to be done about Jack Sparrow?
We tried giving him a drop of water from an eye dropper. It worked. As soon as the eye dropper touched his beak, it flew open wider than his whole head. More internet research advised not to do this, as baby birds don't drink water directly while in the nest. Too bad. One site suggested that we should feed some mushy cat kibble and the moisture would be absorbed through the food.
Someone mentioned that our regional Birds of Prey Center in Coaldale, Alberta took rescue birds and so it was decided that a trip to the Birds of Prey Center was needed to save his life. Suddenly, our day had purpose and direction.
Thanks to Jack Sparrow our family enjoyed a great afternoon at the Birds of Prey Center and Jack Sparrow was placed into their care.
Who would have guessed that a tiny bird falling from its nest would initiate an outing for the whole family?
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