Finding Baby Birds that Fall Out of Their Nests-Can They Survive?

He Was Under a Tree

Near my grandmother's house was a park, and there were always a lot of people there, unlike some parks that at times you could find empty and have them to yourself. Because of the number of people that ate there, and more like because they threw scraps of food to the birds and squirrel's, there were more than the usual number of animals.

One day while just sitting and reading in the shade, I kept hearing a peep-peep-peep, and could not figure out where it was coming from. Finally my curiosity got the better of me, and I went to find the source of the noise that was invading and disrupting my concentration. After about fifteen minutes of looking about, I found nothing, so I went back to read again. Suddenly I heard it very clearly and loud this time. Sure enough, I discovered a very small baby sparrow who only had about about 1/4 of his adult feathers, covered mostly in the baby down he was born with.

I knew that when baby birds fall from nests that the mom and dad will still take care of the little one if it isn't handled, but this case was different. The baby bird had the misfortune of falling into the gutter of a public, and very busy street.

Even if his parents wanted to care for him, the odds of him growing old enough to survive were about zero, for he was sure to get run over or something. I picked him up gently, and then realized how old, or rather young he was, for he still had the big wide beak of a very very young bird. What was I going to feed it? Oh no, I kind of panicked, and hurried over to my grandparents house, for they raised birds in aviaries in their yard. I thought if anyone would know what to do with him they would.

Well, as it turned out what I was going to do with him pretty much turned into me becoming a mother sparrow. This meant that I had to feed him every one to two hours, and had to find food that matched the make up of bugs. Bugs I knew were high protein, and I got to thinking. Well, while he was still in the egg didn't he survive on the contents? Yes, so I hard boiled an egg, and mixed the yolk with some corn meal, and very little bits at a time, poked it down his little throat.

This process happened about six or eight times a day, and got rather tiresome, but I endured, and the little sparrow got to where he could come out of the warmth of his new shoebox home, and would ride around on my shoulder. I was hoping that he would simply fly away off my shoulder one day and become a big sparrow and find his own bugs, but it seemed that I wasn't a very good mom sparrow, for he didn't know how to find bugs, and didn't know they were food if he did.

It took the whole summer and part of the fall, before my little sparrow took off on his own, but once he did, I never saw him again. Off he flew, and he didn't look back.

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Neverletitgo 5 years ago from Minneapolis, MN

That was nice experience. I guess he immigrated to somewhere else. You did great job ddsurf and tried to be the best mom you can be.

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