This is the story of the little rescue robin I saved this spring. The highlighted text in the story links to pics. Just hit your back button after viewing the picture to return to your place in the story.:^)

 

Living on a 4.3 acre farm with plenty of wildlife around is my idea of heaven. It was the stellar Blue jays in the front yard that first alerted me that something wasn't right. So Penny and I went to check out what all the noise was about. We found that the old farm cat had found himself a baby robin under the tree! I shooed off the cat and looked around to see if there was a nest he might have fallen from but there was none to be seen. So needless to say I picked up the little guy and brought him inside. This is a picture of little robin red breast and me.:^) I spent many hours the next few weeks digging up worms and grubs for the little guy to eat. Like most baby birds he had a big appetite. I had an old rabbit cage someone had given me, and decided this would work just fine at keeping away the farm cat. I cut a piece of sod from the lawn to line the bottom of the cage. To give him as natural a hunting ground for worms as possible, and placed a plastic holding dish in his cage with dirt and worms. It didn't take him long at all to catch on to the worms moving in the bowl. This is him eating his first worm all by himself . He was soon catching the movement and the worms! He was a very full and happy baby! He never left his cage without myself or Penny as his guardian. It wasn't long at all before he was hunting on his private lawn , and I new it would be very soon that the urge would come over him and he'd fly off on his own. His flight feathers were in and he would practice flying around the house when I brought him in at night. This is the last picture of him before he left on his own. He is the only robin out there that wolf whistles and sometimes I swear I hear him now and again out in the bushes with the other robins.

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