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Bird in a Box
A strange thing happened today: I found a small bird doing laps in the swimming pool. On closer inspection, I realized that it was not swimming, so much as floating, but at least it had not drowned. Not knowing what else to do, I scooped the bird out of the pool, and placed him gently in the shade beside a hedge. A few hours later, Mrs. Zaphod noticed the bird, still sitting in the shade, and proceeded to pet it gently while Twitch (our dog) threw a hissy fit.
To keep the bird away from Twitch (and vice-versa), I fashioned a small bed out of some newspaper and an empty box. When Mrs. Zaphod went to move it, the bird jumped, and flew directly into my lap. The point being: there does not seem to be any damage, rather, it looks like this baby bird fell from a nest into the pool, and hasn’t quite gotten the hang of the whole “multi-terrain” thing yet.
I just went to check on the bird in a box, and am pleased to report it is still alive and well. When I shined a flashlight on it, the bird turned its head instantly, and looked directly at me. As you may note in the above picture, we left a shot glass of fresh water in the box, but I’m not sure this bird has gotten over the pool incident yet; I sense a lingering fear of water.
It is my sincere hope that this bird will give flying a second chance, succeed, and be long gone from the box when I check tommorrow morning. If not, I am honestly not sure what to do.
Any bird lovers out there? Any advice?
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