Today's picture of the little cuties:
WE INTERRUPT THIS REPORT TO TAKE A 2-DAY OLD BABY ROBIN TO THE WILDLIFE REHABILITATOR. Seriously. Here is my list of Stuff To Do On Thursday:
Morning: Clean house in preparation for Fred's office party here at the house
1300: Host said office party
1630: Annabelle to school for band concert
1700-1800: Attend said band concert
1830-2000: Annabelle to first rehearsal for summer theater show
2000-???: Pack for trip to Alabama tomorrow
Do you see "2100-2200: Take baby bird to wildlife rehabilitator"? Do you? No, you don't. But no sooner had we gotten home from the play rehearsal than a couple of girls from the neighborhood showed up on our doorstep with a naked baby robin that was tiny enough to fit in a teaspoon.
Thank heaven for Woodland Wildlife Rehabilitation! Monica Wilcox runs the program out of her home here in Radcliff, KY, and she has taken several orphaned birdies off my hands over the past couple of years. Tonight Fred, Annabelle, and I hopped in the car and took the latest foundling to her. She estimated that the little guy was a couple of days old. She fed him and popped him into a warmer with a bunch of other robins and a nest of baby bunnies and predicted that he should have a fairly good chance of making it. Let's hope so!
A trip to Woodland Wildlife Rehab is always an education. While we were there, we saw a kitten so young it still had the umbilical stump attached, and Annabelle got to hold a baby raccoon.
(I know I sound all grumpy about being the go-to Bird Lady here in my neighborhood. But I really would rather that the kids bring their foundlings to me so that I can get them to Monica--as well as a check, because wildlife rehabilitation does NOT come cheap and she relies on donations--rather than have the kids try to "help" the critters on their own.)
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