January 16, 2021
Welcome to Raising The Wild! Every Saturday, I will be updating our blog. In my blog, you will be able to find exclusive content (e.g. updates on our rescues, FAQs, videos and pictures).
This week's blog will answer one of the most asked questions: "How did I get started in wildlife rehabilitation?"
Well, my start in rehabbing wild animals began back in 1989, when I was 14. While I playing outside, on my front yard, I found a baby bird that appeared to be injured. She was just lying in the grass, barely moving. I quickly scooped her up and brought her inside and up to my room. I kept her in a little cage, near my bed. I even kept some worms, yes that's right, some worms in my room so I could feed her whenever she was hungry.
One morning, before I left for school, I wrote my dad and mom a note, asking them to look after the bird while I was gone. I let my dad know that I had already fed her a lot this morning and asked if he could feed the bird as well. I told my dad if the bird was chirping loudly and she opened her mouth when he went near her that meant she was hungry. I let my dad know I had stashed a few worms near the bird for him to use. I had also kept a huge night crawler in my room. I asked my dad to give the night crawler to my fish. I'm sure the LAST thing my dad had time for or wanted to do was digging up more worms, but I asked anyway and I'm sure he just laughed when he read that part. I told my dad the night crawlers were NOT to be fed to the bird. I had to be specific; little worms were only for the bird, feeding her the night crawler would make her too full too fast.
In the same note, I asked my mom if, after she woke up (my mom, not the bird), she could bring the baby bird downstairs. The baby bird liked to hear the other baby birds chirping from outside the window. I also let my mom know that the baby bird liked it when we talked to her. So, it would be great if my mom would talk to her while she was doing the dishes or the laundry. I even asked my mom to bring the baby bird with her if she went to sit in the chair outside, like she usually did after she finished cleaning the kitchen!
Now, anyone that knows my mom knows she would NEVER touch a bird. Not even for a second. She is very scared of birds. So, there was NO chance of that happening. But, I asked anyway.
Well, my first attempt at rehabbing wildlife proved to be a failure as unfortunately, the baby bird eventually died. Oh, yes, my mom was gracious enough to even document the results of my first rehab on the back of the original note I had written.
I have added picture of the original note here. Hopefully, the pics will make you remember back to a time when you were younger and these memories make you smile!! I know I always smile when I think back to taking care of that baby bird.
Thank you all so much for taking the time out of your busy day to support us here at Raising The Wild.
p.s. here are pics of the note, along with my mom's response back to me!
February 13, 2021
January 17, 2021
Such a precious start to the beginning of your future. Sorry the lil Birds passed, but you still tried. We love Beave. Thanks, Ana S.
This is so great! I’m glad you have this blog.
January 16, 2021
Oh my gosh!! I love animals and was always bringing home stray dogs & cats as a child. But when I was about 17 a bird fell out of it’s nest somewhere near our house (in Dublin, Ireland) and I too, brought it home. I fed it teeny bits of water & breadcrumbs at first, then moved onto worms. The bird would follow me all over the house, chirping & considered me mom I guess. Like you I asked my Dad to watch the bird when I was at school. However it was very very sad as my poor Dad gave the poor little thing too much one day & it’s little system could not handle. I was heartbroken. Dad felt terrible. But I learned a lot & have rehabbed & rescued many critters since then!! Love watching Beave on insta. 💚
I love this !
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