ANIMAL WHISPERER
Living in the country I have learnt that nature does have a course, an instinct, the circle of life. And sometimes it is better to not interfere. But MY instinct is to help, to usually interfere if it means saving or helping with a poor little animals life that is fighting against all odds. One day I will open my dream wild animal and bird rehabilitation centre (probably in my living room) :)
For the next few weeks (yes right over our wedding), I had to feed the baby robin worms every hour or more!! I got tired of digging for worms in the backyard and went to our local fishing supply store and bought night crawlers and cut them up to feed. Yes - disgusting.
Robin Hood would stay on the yard... sometimes gone for a couple hours but always coming back for night. The day came where Robin Hood flew away. Although I was sad (as his mommy) I felt so happy I was able to save his little life.
The following spring approached - and as I ate breakfast one morning, I looked outside and believe it or not there sat Robin Hood and 'HER' partner! Robin Hood was a girl and had came back. That spring she had her first nest of babies on our pergola... and an even happier ending - she came back every spring. Now we have moved but I still often think of my Robin Hood as we (yes my daughter has adopted the same animal senses as me) help new lil robins and birds that have window accidents ;) Slowly we build our funny farm!
Kyle my hubby - a hunter at heart, was introduced to this side of me the week before our wedding. A baby robin had fallen from a nest and been pecked by larger birds. We picked up the poor, limp, sparse feathered baby. At that moment I knew I had my work cut out for me. I seriously have a whole new appreciation for mommy robins!
For the next few weeks (yes right over our wedding), I had to feed the baby robin worms every hour or more!! I got tired of digging for worms in the backyard and went to our local fishing supply store and bought night crawlers and cut them up to feed. Yes - disgusting.
At first the baby lived inside in our small dog kennel till he got his feathers and got more active. Then we moved him outside and a small chicken fenced enclosure - complete with potted plants and perches (yup - it was a castle to him), still unable to fly. After a month or so he started hopping around our yard searching for his own food. He took on the name Robin Hood.
Robin Hood would stay on the yard... sometimes gone for a couple hours but always coming back for night. The day came where Robin Hood flew away. Although I was sad (as his mommy) I felt so happy I was able to save his little life.
The following spring approached - and as I ate breakfast one morning, I looked outside and believe it or not there sat Robin Hood and 'HER' partner! Robin Hood was a girl and had came back. That spring she had her first nest of babies on our pergola... and an even happier ending - she came back every spring. Now we have moved but I still often think of my Robin Hood as we (yes my daughter has adopted the same animal senses as me) help new lil robins and birds that have window accidents ;) Slowly we build our funny farm!
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