A friend of a friend called me up at almost 9 pm and told me she needed my help because her dad found a baby bird in the parking lot of his workplace today and was going to take it out in the woods and just let something eat it. Of course she wouldn’t let him do that and took it away from him, but then she didn’t know what to do with it. My friend of course said “Jenn has birds, she’ll know what to do with it.” Of course. Lol.
They didn’t even know what it was when she brought it to me but I figured out pretty quickly that it’s a Starling, about 11 days old. It’s not hurt, but it was cold and hungry. I actually did know what to do for it, and it has been fed a cat food/applesauce/hand feeding mix and is in a box with a heating pad.
The closest rehab center to us is over an hour away but I don’t think they’ll take it because SC considers Starlings an invasive pest. My kids have already named it Nanner (short for Banana because of its huge yellow beak) and are begging to keep it. Looks like I have another bird. My soft heart keeps getting me in trouble.
They didn’t even know what it was when she brought it to me but I figured out pretty quickly that it’s a Starling, about 11 days old. It’s not hurt, but it was cold and hungry. I actually did know what to do for it, and it has been fed a cat food/applesauce/hand feeding mix and is in a box with a heating pad.
The closest rehab center to us is over an hour away but I don’t think they’ll take it because SC considers Starlings an invasive pest. My kids have already named it Nanner (short for Banana because of its huge yellow beak) and are begging to keep it. Looks like I have another bird. My soft heart keeps getting me in trouble.