We Rescued a Baby Robin, No Really, We Did!

Three weeks ago the girls were riding their bikes up and down our driveway and happened to see three birds who fell out of their nest. Two of the little robins didn't make it and the third one had a slit on his neck and an injured eye, he was cold, hungry, and very small. The girls had Phil come and look and then Phil asked me if I wanted to be "Opie Taylor". He was referring to the episode where Opie takes in and cares for three little birds after he killed the mother with a sling-shot. After thinking it over I said yes thinking that the bird would at least be warm and not hungry (if he would eat) when he joined his nest mates. I really didn't expect it to make it through the night. We put flour on his neck wound, warmed up some old towels in the mircrowave, and feed it some watered down chicken food. It was nestled in the warm towels and in the morning he had his mouth wide open and making a racket. We have been feeding him for the last three weeks. He moved from the bowl on the counter to a box with chip bedding we use for the chickens. He is now chirping when he hears our voice and can fly for a short time. He has flown on top of our heads and shoulders when hungry. We call him Robbie for short. We didn't take photos of him when he was little because we didn't think he would survive but here are some photos of him after a week and again a few weeks after that. How do we know it's a boy . . . we don't.

1 Week After His Rescue

3 Weeks After His Rescue