Last night Maddie the magnificent was barking furiously. Not her normal, ‘Quizz, Quizz, where for art thou Quizz’. Rather, ‘OMG, I HAVE TO GET THAT THING! AND EAT IT!’
I walked down to open the gate, that’s when I realized I had a bad, attitudenal blue-jay chick, who hadn’t quiet fledged. Sitting quietly under a bush on Maddie’s side of the fence was its sibling.
Did you know that unfledged blue-jay chicks are FAST and hop around more than a frog in a mosquito swarm?
In the end, only Mr. Angry Jay survived the night. And that was a surprise. After all, he was the one who saw the inside of Maddie’s mouth. We got him in a shoe box with a warm cloth. Per a wildlife rehabilitator, I spoke with, I tried to feed him but he was having none of that. He was smart enough to know I didn’t look like his mother.
I put him in the guest bathroom and prayed for the best.
This morning, the bird and I were both surprised. If birds dream, I think this one was hoping the whole thing was a hallucination. Me? I was grateful it was alive.
2 teaspoon of scrambled eggs later (every time the bird opened his mouth to yell, I would stuff him full of food). I was able to feed him twice before he crapped on my hand (ungrateful little…). I ended up calling our ACO. They work with domestic and local wildlife and know the rehabilitators in the area.
Mr. Jay is on his way to a good place, he’s awfully cute for an angry fellow.