I found that the cat had pulled a chick out of her nest, the parent blackbirds were distraught as was I . The cat played with it but wasnt sure what to do with it. My daughter ran out and grabbed the tiny bird from the cat. It was shocking to us. She had done it before, this time last year, she had raided a hard to get at Robin's nest and successfully killed three chicks.

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.