Robby the Wren

Although he is no longer with us, I thought he still deserved a blog post. Meet Robby the Wren. He was a tiny baby bird who kept falling out of his nest in my parent's garage. The mom finally quit coming back so of course I had to swoop in and rescue him. He was literally knocking on death's door when I got to him. He was cold and barely breathing. I took him home and wrapped him in a heating pad , forcefed him water with a syringe, and prayed for him to come back to life. It worked! In about 30 minutes he perked up and was screeching for food.

He lived for 4 days. I went to sleep on a Saturday after work and he was fine. Mondo said he was acting normal and screechy all morning. He left at noon to go run some errands. When I woke up around 4:30 poor Robby was a goner. I'm not sure what happened. My dad said he didn't think he was going to make it anyway. He had a bad leg...well more of a stump. I think he broke it during one of his falls. It kind of whithered away. Maybe he had a systemic infection? Anyway, I was more traumatized than I thought I would be. I had grown attached to the little booger. He was like a little preemie. We buried him in the pet cemetary in my parent's backyard.

See how tiny he was? So cute!

He looks dead in this picture but he was actually sound asleep. All snuggly and warm in his heating pad.

Syringe feeding him.

See his jacked up leg? That was probably the cause of death.

Caleb even helped me take care of him. Every time he would start screeching he would say "Mommy, the birdy is hungry!"

He liked to sleep all squished up in my hand. Goodbye Robby the Wren. Sorry I couldn't save you. :-(