Donna started working at our local vet surgery today. Talk about bringing your work home with you, she came home with an abandoned peewee (magpie lark) nestling.
It wasn't with us for long as Jess and Brett were coming over to pick it up and look after it, but it was with us long enough to give it a bit of a feed and to go, "Ah, isn't it cute". Oh, and it crapped on Sarah.
We intend looking after birds in the future, but as we're going overseas in the new year, we don't want to get too much into it yet. That said, we would have happily looked after this little guy. There's something about shoving a tweezer full of mince and Wambaroo mix down the throat of a baby bird, that makes you realise you're making a difference in the little critters life.
I never realised before, but baby birds seem to have telescopic necks. When it was sitting there minding its own business it was about an inch tall. When it was offered food, or it thought food was forthcoming, it was about three inches tall. The neck seemed to come from nowhere.
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