The baby bird rescued by my daughter.
I tried to explain that the mother bird has to eat the worms then regurgitate the mulch and poke it deep into the baby's mouth. I said just hold the baby till it died. My daughter, a stubborn Taurean had other ideas and insisted on caring for it. She played birdsong continuously from an app on her phone. she placed it in a box snuggled with cotton wool, near to a radiator. We managed to get a tiny piece of worm into the baby's mouth.
It is still alive 2 and half hours later. All life is precious, right up to very end.
And if you are wondering, we still love the cat, our own rescue cat, she had had a road accident and had to have a back leg removed from her hip. We got her when she 6 months old and was quite able to move around on the remaining 3. My daughter chose her. The cat is massive now, 4 years old and half Maine-Coon.
The cat.
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