Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Baby House Sparrow
My next door neighbour called me over to put a baby bird back into the nest. It was a house sparrow that had fallen out of the low rafters and had survived the fall to the concrete. My neighbour couldn't manage to do it as he had broken a rib and being the soft-hearted caring fella he was, he called me from over to help. My husband stood by for a couple of quick photos. We noted his brightly coloured mouth; no doubts for the parents where the mouth is! (Hubby said it looked like a sad clown mouth.)
After groping blindly with a tentative hand above my head, I managed to figure out where the occupied nest was ( there seemed to be several nests on the go) and felt the beak of another nest-mate ( they were all being quiet and holding their breath while this monstrous thing groped around) and then I tipped the bird back in and you should have heard all the peeping from his siblings! And yes, I know house sparrows are the bane of existence, right up there with starlings, ivy and purple loosestrife, but I couldn't let the little thing bake in the 32 degree heat. No way.
For all my moaning to my husband about invasive species, at least I know I'm a hypocrite :)