poor babies

If God really wants me to take care of his injured, sick, lost creatures, he really needs to give me a better skill set. I blogged about the little yellow bird a few months back that kept trying really hard to fly through our glass window. He only lasted two days. Well I didn't even get the story up about our last little visitor and the next one has already come and gone. The little one below my husband found last Saturday between our house and rv. He had an injured wing. We brought him in, made a 'home' for him. We had left over chicken coop wire from stringing up peas in the garden. My honey even made him a little perch. He loved it, he sat and chirped and chirped all night and morning. Then in the afternoon he started looking a little tired, I figured he was 'resting'. He'd been through a lot, he didn't make it much longer. We have a friend who worked at the near by aviary who said it was probably a bird attack and the bacteria takes over their little bodies quickly and they seem fine and make a turn for the worse. He made it about 24 hours total since we found him.

This afternoon our neighbors brought over a little fluff ball. They found him in their back yard and had cats and were worried and had no idea what to do with him. I put him in the box and called my friend who referred me onto another friend. Turns out it was a baby quail. She said if he's running around (he was) and chirping (he was), he was trying to call to his mom. We had him under our lamps we use to grow tomatoes until is stopped raining since it was a down pour and she said he'd get wet and cold. Once it stopped we set him outside in the box with the chicken wire on it so he wasn't in danger from cats, but could call to his mommy like she suggested and see if we could reunited them. He chirped and chirped. We went home and the neighbors were going to bring him back if the mom hadn't come back by dark to put him back under the lamp to stay warm. They went to check on him within the hour and he was laying under the towel and had passed away. We're guessing he got too cold. This one really breaks my heart. He was so tiny and I keep thinking I should have done something else. I hope he's happy where he is and there are no cats.