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Princess of Mean
My Princess Boutros Boutros Dolly was attempting to bury and hide her rawhide rollup outside this afternoon. She'd dug shallow holes for it, but wasn't satisfied with one location and proceeded to put it behind the air conditioning unit, when what to her wondering eyes and nose appeared? A small Grackle, too young to be out of the nest! I watched Dolly spazz out about it for a while, and hauled her and her treat into the house, wondering what I should do for the little thing.
The nest is inside the dryer vent, can't see it but I can hear the little buggers. There are 2 vents on the side of the house, and I have no idea what one has the nest.
Do I pick it up and put it back in the nest? I thought the Momma birdie wouldn't appreciate the human smell of my paws on her baby. What if I chose the wrong vent with no nest in it?
Do I leave it there to die a horrible slow death of starving or freezing to death when the temps drop to the 50s tonight?
Do I stomp his little head to quickly relieve him of his impending suffering?
Do I let a cat, who would enjoy the sport, out to eat him?
Decisions Decisions......
I decide to pick the little thing up and put it back in my dryer vent, and hope for the best.
He hopped back into the darkness and I waited at the door for the Moms to arrive.
Sure enough, a Mom with a BIG worm hops on the fence and flies into the other vent. Crap.
Then another Mom shows up and flew out of MY vent. YAY
Then another Mom shows up and hops around, looking for the baby on the ground to feed. Crap.
Just can't please everybody, but at least he's back with the others, and not about to be eaten alive by ants or somthing awful like that.
The nest is inside the dryer vent, can't see it but I can hear the little buggers. There are 2 vents on the side of the house, and I have no idea what one has the nest.
Do I pick it up and put it back in the nest? I thought the Momma birdie wouldn't appreciate the human smell of my paws on her baby. What if I chose the wrong vent with no nest in it?
Do I leave it there to die a horrible slow death of starving or freezing to death when the temps drop to the 50s tonight?
Do I stomp his little head to quickly relieve him of his impending suffering?
Do I let a cat, who would enjoy the sport, out to eat him?
Decisions Decisions......
I decide to pick the little thing up and put it back in my dryer vent, and hope for the best.
He hopped back into the darkness and I waited at the door for the Moms to arrive.
Sure enough, a Mom with a BIG worm hops on the fence and flies into the other vent. Crap.
Then another Mom shows up and flew out of MY vent. YAY
Then another Mom shows up and hops around, looking for the baby on the ground to feed. Crap.
Just can't please everybody, but at least he's back with the others, and not about to be eaten alive by ants or somthing awful like that.