This little one seems to be getting stronger. His chirps are louder and he’s demanding food every ten minutes or so. He’s pooped twice; I’ve had to change the paper towel in the bottom of his box. At least he doesn’t wear diapers so I don’t have to deal with tape or pins. I Wonder if anyone anywhere still uses diaper pins?
At first we thought his wing might be broken but he’s spreading both of them now. When I brought him in, I thought it was to give him a place to die in peace without becoming food for a predator. But he seems to have a different plan.
I’m glad I do what I do. I can’t imagine someone with a regular job being able to care for a baby bird. His box is on my desk, right by my keyboard, along with a cup of water and can of cat food. When he starts chirping and opening his mouth, I alternate giving him water and food. He sucks very eagerly on the straw or stick, then quiets down and goes back to sleep for a few minutes.
Whatever happens, this is a fascinating and gratifying experience.