Just Another Day...

Sitting at home and the phone rings.
Husband is walking to the venue to see Dr. Carson. In the midst of the conversation, he says, "Oh no." Followed by, "It's still alive." (I can see where this is going...)
Cut to a baby bird sitting on a towel on the passenger seat of his car. By this time I have searched the Internet for information in raising a bird and found a shoebox.
He (the bird - and we didn't know, just decided) wouldn't eat anything and looked pretty much like he wouldn't make it through the night.

Next morning, he starts chirping. Husband and I become hunters of insects because he started eating them. Loud little guy. Lots more energy.

Husband takes him to work and enlists aid in locating food (thanks to Bob at Animal Specialties, we now know the proper way to feed meal worms) and a rehab center.

Met Mark from the rehab at 8:00 P.M. at Lake Palmer and handed over George (yes, he got a name through the process of feeding him around 100 meal worms - no I am not exaggerating). George turns out not to be a starling as we thought (based on the fact that a starling was making quite a fuss from the roof of the building) but an English (house) sparrow. (apparently the fuss was about our taking away a potential food source) Mark pronounced George would make it and called him a K-Mart bird (you know, those birds that end up in the store, chirping like anything).

All's well that ends well.

Make it a great day!