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Originally Posted by Joyzerelly  Ooh, I hand raised a dunnock a few years ago. A nest of them, all pink and blind and newly hatched had been up turned in the garden, all had died except this one. I hand raised it, which was very hard work (he/she would scream for food in the darkness at about 4am every morning, and came everywhere with me. I eventually released him in a neighbour's garden (one whose cat wasn't a hunter, he'd share his cat food with the wild black birds) :~)  |
Hello Joyzerelly
I can empathis with the early morning feed routines. Years ago, in Sark, the island kids used to bring me any injured animals they found, or managed to wrestle from the jaws of cats.
I remember sitting half-awake, in the early hours, hand-feeding bunches of baby rabbits using a dropper. What a warm feeling it gives though. And taking them for their daily exercise in my kind employers large greenhouse was always fun - especially the retrieval process
Wish all cats were like your neighbour's pet. Did your dunnock come back and visit you?
Cheers,
Andestine