Because I needed another commitment...
So... I have a new baby. I needed one, really, because my usual routine of getting an average of five hours of sleep all together at night was me going easy on myself.
*face palm*
I'm not actually as upset as I seem... but really fate? Couldn't someone else have found the baby bird in the puddle?
Okay, so someone else did, my roommate and BFF actually spotted it, but same apartment equals same problem, and my door is the only one we can shut to keep the cats out. Theirs shuts of course, but the cats are so used to going in and out of there that when it's shut they howl all night, and cheeping is marginally better than howling.
The bathroom was considered, but there's no room in there, and we do shower occasionally which rules out the bathtub. Very tiny apartment, we're hoping to move soon.
So I have a nestling in my bedroom. A loud nestling, that starts up around 4am when it hears the birds singing outside.
It would help if it was cute, but baby birds are not what anyone would define as cute, and baby grackles even more so. Still.... he's growing on me somehow. It helps that we had a thunderstorm this morning and when I opened the cage to feed him he was so scared of the noise that he climbed into my hand and refused to get off, screaming whenever I tried to put him down. Traitorous maternal instincts later, he slept in my hands for a few hours, waking every twenty minutes or so to have some softened cat kibble shoved down his throat.
We've had him about 72 hours now and he appears to be thriving, which is good, my lack of sleep aside. Hopefully once he can fly we can take him back to the stable and release him. I'm trying to persuade the BFF to add him to the bird population at Home Depot where she works, but I'm told that would be consorting with the enemy.
Anyhow, here are a few pictures under a cut of the ugly little thing, which has been christened "Jeff Bridges" (long story which involves a housewarming party with some of my crazier friends (believe it or not, I'm not actually the strangest of the lot), youtube, and a Tron trailer modified by someone who enjoys literalizing things.) Enjoy.
*face palm*
I'm not actually as upset as I seem... but really fate? Couldn't someone else have found the baby bird in the puddle?
Okay, so someone else did, my roommate and BFF actually spotted it, but same apartment equals same problem, and my door is the only one we can shut to keep the cats out. Theirs shuts of course, but the cats are so used to going in and out of there that when it's shut they howl all night, and cheeping is marginally better than howling.
The bathroom was considered, but there's no room in there, and we do shower occasionally which rules out the bathtub. Very tiny apartment, we're hoping to move soon.
So I have a nestling in my bedroom. A loud nestling, that starts up around 4am when it hears the birds singing outside.
It would help if it was cute, but baby birds are not what anyone would define as cute, and baby grackles even more so. Still.... he's growing on me somehow. It helps that we had a thunderstorm this morning and when I opened the cage to feed him he was so scared of the noise that he climbed into my hand and refused to get off, screaming whenever I tried to put him down. Traitorous maternal instincts later, he slept in my hands for a few hours, waking every twenty minutes or so to have some softened cat kibble shoved down his throat.
We've had him about 72 hours now and he appears to be thriving, which is good, my lack of sleep aside. Hopefully once he can fly we can take him back to the stable and release him. I'm trying to persuade the BFF to add him to the bird population at Home Depot where she works, but I'm told that would be consorting with the enemy.
Anyhow, here are a few pictures under a cut of the ugly little thing, which has been christened "Jeff Bridges" (long story which involves a housewarming party with some of my crazier friends (believe it or not, I'm not actually the strangest of the lot), youtube, and a Tron trailer modified by someone who enjoys literalizing things.) Enjoy.