My farm is truly blessed
© Kathy Ralph 2011
Baby Fig Bird
Well would you know it! One afternoon
when I arrived home I poured a glass of
wine and proceeded to get comfortable
on the deck, where I could relax and drink
in the atmosphere. Pushka was curled up
on the chair and stable cat was sleeping
under the table. Suddenly I was conscious
of a small bird crying. I thought it was one
of the Magpie babies, when I realized it
was coming from somewhere very close
at hand. As I stood up to investigate I
spied this little baby about 12 inches away
from the cats! And, he was squawking
his head off! He couldn't yet fly and had
been blown from his nest and somewhat
unceremoniously dumped onto my deck.
I ran inside, got the cats' carry cage,
rescued the little fellow and rushed him
off to the vet. There I discovered he was
a baby Fig Bird. The Wildlife Carer was
called and he is now in her safe hands
being fed and cared for until he is able to
survive on his own in the wild. Isn't he so
cute and hasn't he got big feet?
