He said my little bird was probably 3 weeks old. He currently had about 25 baby hummers under his care! He had super nectar food which contained enzymes and protein designed just for the little birds. Paul has been doing bird rescue for 13 years, caring for about 800 birds each year. I drove the little guy over to Paul’s home. I searched for a wild bird rescue and within minutes I found a rehab site 20 minutes from home.
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Since he still wanted to be fed with his mouth open like a baby bird and he wasn’t trying to fly away, I realized he was needing more mothering than I knew how to provide. Tuesday morning I awoke worried! Would he become too weak as I had nothing to feed him than the sugar water? But he seemed fine, still opening his beak for breakfast. He flew into the wet grass and stayed on the ground. I walked him around the yard and offered him some penstemon flowers, he liked that and ate from the nectar they offered. It was Memorial Day, a three day weekend, so I assumed there was no one to call. He spent most of the day there and still made no attempt to fly. He was shaded, and hidden behind two big leaves. I thought surely he is ready to fly off but he just looked at me, “Are you my Momma?” So I offered him a perch in the geranium right outside the kitchen window. He climbed onto the pencil perch I offered him, I lifted it up and down and he flapped his wings, over and over. He left tips of his contentment all around the tray, squirting out little sprays of poop. He flapped his wings, and preened his feathers. I fed him throughout the day about every 15 minutes. So I brought him back to the tray and he asked for more food. I picked him up and walked him around the garden offering him a bush or shrub to climb onto but he stayed on my finger. I’m comfortable, thanks!īreakfast feeding began at 5 am and he did fly off a little way but landed on the ground and then didn’t try to fly again. I assumed he would be ready to fly off the next morning. I decided to bring him inside for the night. Then I covered him with a salad spinner basket. I put the “nest” arrangement on a tray to make things safely portable.
When it began to get dark I put a piece of facial tissue on top of the towel so his feet didn’t get tangled in the threads. In fact he did chirp! Then he opened his mouth for “more please!” Very Tasty! After a little food he seemed less stressed and rather chipper. He also seemed quite content to stay where he was and wait for more to eat.
So I began with an eye dropper and sugar water and he swallowed it right down. He looked hot, his feathers were clumped together and he was panting, opening his beak over and over. Finally I calmed down and then began to wonder what to do? Naturally you are thinking “you should call the wild bird rescue!” I was simply thinking, “I’m holding a hummingbird!” Calming Down I wrapped him in a light towel and he calmed down. It took several attempts but I finally caught him. He looked stressed, didn’t fly away when I approached him and he was perfect cat bait! I immediately called for my husband, Rich, to begin the animal rescue. afternoon while wandering around my garden I found a baby hummer sitting in the sun on the brick patio. Pure fantasy I know, but there is a sense of kinship with these tiny creatures. I like to imagine this little bird could be the one I rescued some time ago. Outside my kitchen window, a little hummingbird sits in the shade - the perch, a plant stake, the view, a nearby hummingbird feeder.
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