odycee | Baby Bird

I was just getting up at about half past nine this morning when my mum found Bean prodding something in the back garden. She thought it was a dead baby bird but it was actually still alive. We found a shoe box to put it in and brought it inside. I think it must have fallen out of its nest somewhere and Bill or Elmo, who were both out, had picked it up and brought it back. It was probably Elmo, as Bill would have probably killed it. We ended up taking it to an animal rescue centre about twenty minutes away. A very strange man in a cowboy type hat runs it. He gave the bird some water and looked it over. It only had one puncture wound and all its feathers were still intact so he thought it would probably survive with some care. He reckoned it was a starling, which is bad really as there're not many of them about any more. So hopefully the little guy will be okay and will get to go back into the wild once it's old enough.

There were a lot of birds at the centre (which is really a back garden to a terraced house). There was a brain damaged rook (their beaks are huge!) hopping about in a cage and a crow with white wings that they've had for six years because it keeps pulling the white feathers out - apparently other crows attack it because they think it's a magpie. The blind blackbird looked quite sorry for itself as well. Poor things.

I think Billy is feeling a bit better. It's a right pain trying to get the antibiotics down him though. We've got a clever little pill feeding device thingy but he still manages to spit it out, so I end up chopping it up and feeding him bits individually in lumps of jelly from the cat meat. Lovely.