Jul 31, 2012 12:12
This morning, when G and I left for the childminder, I spotted a baby collared dove on the ground. I got near and it couldn't fly away. I decided to rescue it if it was still there when I got back, and it was.
Still, I failed utterly and it retreated under a bush, out of arm's length.
I had a doc appointment later on this morning and when I came through the door it was pretty much opposite it on the other side of the curb so I tried again. I knocked on one of my neighbour's door in case her husband might be able to help but he wasn't there and she freaked out. I didn't want to come back later today and find a pile of feathers, you see. So I tried again and got it. I did fall when trying to get up again (twice, at that) and my neighbour must think I'm a basket case but I've rescued the bird (so far).
It still has fluff so can't fly but it won't be long before it can fledge. I'm trying to convince R to build a temporary pen in the garden to keep it until it's good enough to go away. He's not so keen but I hope he'll change his mind when he sees it...
I'd like to call it Christophe Colombe as 'colombe' is the French for dove. Please send good vibes so my hubbie agrees...
birdie