Raisin seems to think that baby birds are jiffy-pops. I rescued one from him about an hour ago, and now I’m at a loss for what to do. I found a grub in the garden, as well as a little slug—and the baby ate those just fine. Worms, on the other hand, he spit out. Baby’s got range. And anger issues. I can see how he fell out of the nest.
Okay, I just did some research. They say that baby birds that have feathers are fledglings, and should be put back as close to where one found them as possible.
[I am going outside to do that]
And it’s done. I was going to put him in a tree, but he leapt out of his bowl and hit the ground. No injuries, it seems, but he shoved himself as close to the base of the trunk as possible and told me in no uncertain terms to leave him the hell alone.
I hope I’m doing the right thing. I tried calling some agencies, but no one is answering—and there doesn’t seem to be a wildlife rescue program in Orange County, Indiana. Or if there is, I can’t find it.
Recommendations? He’s a Robin from the look of it. Keeping him inside is out of the question, given the Five Cat Death Squad.