Saturday found us meeting with friends at the park for a champagne and some tasty morsels. All was pleasant until the chillun found this. Not a very tasty morsel unless you are a magpie or crow.
You know the drill. "Can we keep it, Mum?"
"We don't know what to feed it."
"Yes! We can dig for worms!"
I insisted it not come back to our house.
Here it is in Lala's bedroom.
The other mummies had flicked me the bird, so to speak.
I told them foundling animals should not be handled too much. I suggested they might catch bird lice.
Everybody but one boy held it for hours. He started itching at my mere words and ran to take a shower.
She bonded with it.
She even told Lairy that it crawled out of its nest and into her hand during the night while she was sleeping.( Raise sparse eyebrows here.)
The local Wildlife place told us to take it to a vet to try and save it.
She came home from the delivery very quiet then burst into tears.
We had a philosophical discussion about how she had been just like a mother to it and how mothers have to sometimes do what's right for their babies not themselves.
Today I found this.
