Bird Brain

So, I turned out to be a real Father Theresa the other day. My wife said that she saw a little bird with a broken leg when she was walking home from work and she was really sad about it. I said, "Let's go save it! If we don't do anything this bird will die and it will be all our fault!"

After a little searching, I found it in this parking lot. It wasn't pretty, to put it nicely. The beak looked like it was upside down. I used a small bucket to scoop it up. It was obviously very frightened. We tried to contact some type of animal shelter or wildlife conservation place so that we could drop off this bird, but nobody seemed to want it. Evidently there are no wildlife rehab centers in Utah. Crazy, right?

Eventually we fed it some raw hamburger through a syringe. This took some effort because at first it didn't know what the heck was going on. But after trying to force this food into its mouth for some time it figured it out and ate a whole bunch. We put some cotton balls in the bucket to keep it warm during the night. Surprisingly, he survived the night and we fed him some more raw hamburger. But alas, upon arriving home from work, we found that he had clearly given up the ghost. Maybe it was the 9 hours without food and water or the 95 degree heat. At least we tried, right? We take comfort in the fact that all birds go to heaven.