We had a dilemma here today.
Mommy & Daddy came home from the Dentist this afternoon (good checkups for both) and their neighbor came over with this:
And wondered if they knew what to do! Well, WE know what we would have done, but NO! Mommy has a co-worker whose wife rehabilitates birds, and Daddy said: "You should call Crystal". So Mommy did! And Crystal said she'd be right over.
Mommy didn't want the little birdy to get cold, so she held on to it for the half-hour it took for Crystal to get there. And Kitties, did she wait in the house and let us examine the birdy? She did NOT! She sat on a bucket of paint in the garage, waiting, totally out of range.
Crystal thinks the little baby birdy might be a Mockingbird, but she's not 100% sure about that. She'll call Mommy this weekend and let her know how it's going...and if he doesn't make it, at least he'll ease into the next life warm, hydrated, fed and loved.
But we still would have liked to met him...smelling Mommy's hands afterwards wasn't nearly close enough!
XX Salem, Birdy-Deprived Lounge Kat, reporting.