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Hi Rachel,
My Niece and Nephew managed to raise a baby bird, Nephew found it at school
and shoved it into his school bag to stop other kids been cruel to it,
Promptly forgot it until he got home!
my Sis got a special mix from the vets to feed it on while it was small and
it's still flying around the house,
some how she managed to train it to only poop on a tissue left out specially
for that purpose!
The bird is about 18 months old now and I think it is some sort of an Aussie
native dove or pigeon
so it is possible
we raised a Magpie that my DH found too ( only until he was big enough to
fly away, we let him roam the garden and only put it in a cage at nights)
 bird, not DH! )

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OOOOOH, Honey!!!  Poor you!  What a thing to have happen.!   I would have
tried a wildlife rehabilitation center, if that's something you could
find... here in the Willamette valley we have a LOT of wildlife, and several
very capable rehab centers...
 To have cared for the "birdlet" properly, at the very least you would have
had to know what KIND of bird it was... so you'd know what it eats...

perhaps you could have dropped it off at the vet's?

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If it helps, the Audobon Society is a great place to check in with about
sick or hurt birds, if you have one in your area.

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-Kalera
Mom of Juliet, 5, Sam, 3, and Ophelia, born 5/31/03
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I'll have to find out where one is. Just in case I run across another one.
(doubtful, though)


Rachel T.
Damn right I'm good in bed. I can sleep for days. ;)

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Yu never know... every five-six years, I encounter a birdie that needs
help. Some birds, they won't take; house sparrows and starlings, for
instance. Even so, they're an awesome resource and can tell you how to
take care of a birdie, even if it's one they won't take in.

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-Kalera
Mom of Juliet, 5, Sam, 3, and Ophelia, born 5/31/03
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I don't think there are any close here.

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Hard to say. There are a lot of different kinds of birds that seem to like this
yard. I do think that there are "rival" birds. Every so often, you can here
them making noise. I once found 4 little ones that had obviously been pushed
out by another bird.

I really hate picking up dead animals.

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They were closed. <shrug>


Rachel T.
Damn right I'm good in bed. I can sleep for days. ;)

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How cool.

I wish I had known what to do. Oh well. Such is life, I suppose.


Rachel T.
Damn right I'm good in bed. I can sleep for days. ;)

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Ah ha. I'll have to check what's left of the local mall. If not there, there's
Foy's Halloween store. I completely forgot about them.


Rachel T.
Damn right I'm good in bed. I can sleep for days. ;)

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OK. Now we need to hear the buffalo story...

And on the subject of bird rescue, I understand the impulse to give
new life a chance, but I also realize that some young animals of every
generation...don't make it to maturity. It isn't always a comfortable
or comforting thought, depending on how attached you are to a
particular individual creature who dies, but it seems to me that
ultimately life and death are all one process, not two separate ones
in competition with each other.

I just ate a chicken breast, and I expect that chicken wanted to live
just as much as your little bird did, but instead it got turned into
my brunch, and I get to have the food-energy I need for my own
survival for a while...

So, was the chicken destroyed? Or has it been transformed into what
animates -me-?

Deirdre



On 01 Jul 2003 15:12:47 GMT, snipped-for-privacy@aol.comspamsux (Rachel T.)
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Story? No real story to it. Around the corner from where my mom used to live,
there was a house that had 2 buffalo in the yard. No kidding. Big, furry necked
buffalo just like the ones that roam wild.

I would hear people talk about it and didn't believe it until I saw them for
myself.

 I don't think they're there anymore. I would hope not. Just didn't seem right.
I have no idea why these people had them. But it's true. I'll have to remember
to go by and see if they are there. If they are, I'll take pictures! lol

 
Rachel T.
Damn right I'm good in bed. I can sleep for days. ;)

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Maybe they did a rescue on the buffalo when they were young. Maybe
they just wanted to attract the attention of the neighborhood. ;-)

Like you, I hope they now have room to roam and aren't still penned
up.

Deirdre

On 01 Jul 2003 18:16:52 GMT, snipped-for-privacy@aol.comspamsux (Rachel T.)
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my partner grew up in delta junction alaska, where the buffalo roamed.  one
day they went outside to go to school and EEK, there were several buffalo
huddled up against the trailer to get warm.

they didn't have to go to school that day



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Arrrgh.  Thank God I live in the 'burbs.  I'd freak at all that nature. Do
Buffalo eat people? DD still laughs at me when I wouldn't touch the cow at
the petting zoo, for fear it would bite me. (Didja ever see the teeth on
those things?!)

Since I'm up, I feel a story coming on.

My sister has a vacation home just north of "You Can't Get There From Here,
NH"  Highways cannot reach it, and there is a total of one paved road in the
town.  I can drive from my house to Quebec in less time than it takes to get
to her place, because highways don't go that far in the woods.  It's probably
the only place on Earth where MacDonald's is more than a two hour drive away,
and the kids are far more familiar with venison burgers than a Happy Meal.

Deer probably outnumber people by a million to one.  She loves it.  I do not:
the idea that I couldn't reach a doctor if I needed one, or couldn't go out
to dinner, or shop, or that winter lasts nine months a year makes me twitch.
(Or as they say, "ten months of winter and two months of mighty poor
sledding.")  When I asked if they had high speed Internet access, the locals
looked at me like I have three heads:  Didn't they just tell me they have
cable?  All 12 channels of cable, including the TV Guide, local access and
Home Shopping.

My town has two area codes and heaven only knows how many phone numbers.  
This place has one exchange, no cell phone access (too far away), and it is
possible for a person to know every phone number of every resident in town.  
Assuming they have a phone - otherwise you call a neighbor, who might be ten
miles away, who will get in his truck and drive there with the message.

Seriously, it's lovely to look at, and very peaceful; but if I had a bad
asthma attack or another heart attack or anything that required urgent
medical attention, they might as well start digging a grave.  The nearest
doctor or dentist is two hours drive away, and if people have medical
emergencies they are usually medivaced out using helicopters.  (That takes
about two hours as well)

One day, My sister, DD and I decided to go for a ride to see if we could find
a moose.  I've never seen a real moose before, and Sister tells me that they
come to the sides of the road for salt.  (Porcupines, too)  She pointed out
"the road," and we all started out on a drive.  And drove, and drove and
drove.  For two hours.  We got to the "Bienvenue to Canada" sign before we
gave up.

By that time I was in a frenzy of paranoia:  We had been driving for over two
hours and _hadn't seen another car._  Not one.  At all.  The border station
(at the time) was a kiosk with a notebook so people could sign in and out as
they crossed to record their movements.  We also passed the grave of some
poor soul who had been found frozen to death by the side of the road many
years before.  No one could identify him, so they buried him on the spot and
put up a little sign.

"Did you realize that if the car croaked it would be _days or weeks_ before
anyone came looking for us?"  I shrieked, totally squicked out at the idea
that people might find us in a melting snowbank all frozen and dead in the
Bug.

My sister began laughing at me.  "Don't be a dope.  We told my husband where
we were going, so he'd come look for us.  And, Mr. Neighbor goes this way to
and from work, and if he saw a strange car, he'd check it out.  Everyone here
stops if they see a broken down car - it's not like the Big City where you
live."

I was slightly mollified, and reminded my dear sister that is is not a "Big
City."  Rather, it is the small city where we grew up, and that it is almost
exactly the same as when we were kids.  Just because she's turned into Ellie
Mae Clampett doesn't mean I have to.

I felt so much better when we got to the relative civilization of "town."  
(Like four buildings, but at least there are a couple of people around)  DD
and my sister still laugh at me for being afraid of an empty road.

Kathy N-V (no high speed cable access?)


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Grew up in Delta?  What's your partner's name?  I know a bunch of people
down there.  Yeah, sometimes the buffalo there wander out onto the road, and
stop traffic.  They're hard to move, though our Queensland heeler can do it.
They're bred for exactly that job.

Tina


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We "took in" a baby bird once, I think it was a blackbird. Well, it wasn't a
*baby* baby, it had all its feathers but was still chubby-baby-looking. Some
friends dropped me off at home and mum met me in the car park and showed me
the bird which she had just found (it obviously wasn't just waiting for
mummy-bird to come back or mum wouldn't have picked it up). We kept it safe
in my old hamster cage but (as we suspected) the shock was too much and it
died during the night.



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