What else can I say about birds? What more can I tell you when I have written out my thoughts? You should know that the eagle is the mascot of the university I have been attending. Birds played a central part in the marching band show I was a part of years ago. I also had a job at the zoo for a few months during which I was privileged to be able to feed and nurture little vulture, eagle and hawk chicks. That may have been one of my crowning moments in my life thus far. To hold something so small and helpless and know what it is going to be one day. Let me tell you that there is nothing like it. Not much compares though to the time we found abandoned baby chicks in our backyard while I was still in high school.
Before this incident though there was another time that may be important to recount. When I was in middle school my dad found a bluejay nest with baby chicks in it once in a tree in our backyard. he decided that this would be a cool learning experience for all of us and while the parents were away he gently grabbed the nest and brought it to the back door. My siblings and I marveled at the tiny little peeping chicks. My dad made sure we did not touch them so we wouldn’t hurt them at all and so we would not scare off the parents by making their babies smell like humans. All of a sudden while we were still cooing over the tiny birds. A full grown bluejay flew up fast as lightening behind my dad and pecked him on the back of the head. In shock my dad whirled around, never dropping the babies. He quickly began to jog back to the tree to replace the nest but it was far enough to where the parents of the chicks (both of them) continually dive bombed my dad on his way. When my dad finally retreated inside and closed the door, we all started laughing. He looked at my mom and said, “Next time YOU get to go get the birds”.
This experience was a tad different in that the babies we found did not have parents. Their nest had been knocked out of the tree by something and my sister found them lying on the ground under our swing set. We decided to put them back in the tree and monitor them to see if the parents came back, but they did not. We collectively decided to foster them and my mom, being a veterinarian would take them to her clinic the next day when she went into work. So we brought them in. There were four chicks in total but one had already passed away so we nursed the remaining three chicks, keeping them warm and safe and fed, with some fishing tackle my dad had laying around. The next day my mom took them into her clinic and they raised them their and released them into the wild a few weeks later when they were old enough to survive on their own.