image from Harpers Collins
On the weekend my neighbour cut down some foliage and down fell a tiny nest with 2 baby birds inside. My heart stopped. We put the nest back in the remaining foliage hoping the mother would come back. During my sleepless night I heard a rustle in the bush. I ran outside to find the nest on the ground, 1 bird missing, the other sitting on the concrete stunned. I searched and searched for the second baby in my underwear and torch for an hour. Nothing. A predator for sure. I took the remaining baby inside and kept it warm all night. I have been syringe feeding it every few hours now since Saturday evening. It is still alive. I think its only a week old. It's a dove/crested pigeon. Not many people really like these birds. They are considered pests. But then again, so are some humans as far as I am concerned. I will be looking after it until I can release it, or find it's mother.
For those of you who don't know me, I am an animal lover. I cannot leave an animal in need no matter what. I have saved numerous cats, dogs birds and whatever else comes my way. It brings tears to my eyes to even say that because I am so passionate about it. So this week my posts maybe sparse as I have a little bird looking at me saying "Are you my Mother"? This to me is more important than any other thing in the universe at the moment.