Thursday, May 29, 2008

Those Pesky Birds are Bothering My Dogs on Thursday!

Happy Dogs on Thursday, everyone! This DOT post is brought to you by those idiotic, bird-brained (hah!) Mourning Doves that insist on building a nest in this tree year after year.


That is a big pine tree right at the bottom of the steps that lead into the backyard. Who uses these steps countless times a day (and night)?
Emma and Tara, the Brittanys from Brit Knitter-ville. What are Brittanys? BIRD DOGS! Stupid Mourning Doves. They are "stupid" with two "o"s! The inevitable happened (again) this year, with a baby bird falling out of its nest the other day.

I was running around like crazy trying to keep the dogs away from the area while looking for a safe place for the dumb bird. Of course, I ran into the house to get my camera. (This is great blog fodder!) With very little time before I had to leave for work, I settled the bird in a nice quiet spot under the rabbit pen, about 12 feet from the tree, but on the outside of the fenced in yard. (Stupid bird.) That way, his momma would hopefully find him. (Stupid bird.)

My sister came home from work that night, and found the little critter, and pointed out to me that the straw under the rabbit pen is a favorite hang-out of this big boy:

That is Joseph-the-Stray-Cat doing his famous impression of a Buddha. Frankly, I'm surprised the (stupid) bird survived the day while I was at work. Joseph must be a little off of his game. Anyway, we decided to put the (stupid) bird into an old hanging planter lined with pine needles... and hang it in the tree, close to his original nest.I figured that was the most we could do, since we couldn't get high enough into the tree to put him back in his nest, and the (stupid) bird would probably fall out again, anyway. Sure, I could have taken him in the house and kept him in a shoebox lined with strips of flannel and fed him every hour through an eye dropper, and nursed him back to health. As much as I hate to admit it, I was just not going to do it. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for protecting the fellow inhabitants of our planet. I would never intentionally harm (much less eat) one. I'll put forth a reasonable amount of effort to save a little helpless creature, but this is a (stupid) bird we're talking about here. A Mourning Dove, no less, and it is a well-known fact that of all of the wild birds out there, the Mourning Dove is not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, so to speak.

Well, since we put the little fella in the planter and hung it in the tree on Tuesday night, I've been wondering how he is doing. I mean, he could starve to death or dehydrate or something if his momma doesn't find him. What about snakes? What about squirrels? They would probably think that my sweet little baby Dudley the Dovey (that's his name) is a tasty treat! Well, I can't honestly say I have lost any sleep over Dudley, but I have been wondering if he is OK. Today when I went home at lunchtime to let the dogs out, I checked on the planter, and look what I found:




That thing that you can't tell what it is, is Dudley's momma's tail! She found her little boy, and is taking very good care of him. What a relief!

(Now what am I going to do with the shoe box lined with flannel strips and an eye dropper?)

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

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Sonya said...

Ok, that just cracked me up. We had a similar issue here a few days ago. But it was the kiddos wanting to try and save a baby bird that fell out of the nest. It was hurt too much and died right after they found it. So they buried it.
Glad you did not have to do any grave digging.

Channon said...

Good grief! You deserve an award. Mama Bird needs some sort of how to choose where to nest class!

Nichole said...

Don't blame the poor babies for their parents stupid antics and choice of where to "live" - lol...

I'm glad Momma found him and is taking care of him... too often I hear the birds will purposely push young out of the nests if they have a human scent on them.

We lost all of our robins this year... :(

Anonymous said...

I used to live in a loft downtown. I had a balcony on the 7th floor, with potted plants on shelves.

Stupid mourning doves kept laying eggs in one of the pots! They didn't try to sit on them, they just kept dropping them.

One morning, there were two, freshly laid dove eggs. I took them in and fried them up into itty bitty fried eggs because it was funny. They tasted good, but you'd need a lot more of them for a meal!

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