When my mother woke up early in the morning to water her garden, she did not feel right. The baby birds on our porch were not chirping. The nest appeared to stretch out from the resting place. My mother assumed the baby birds were just getting bigger so she shrugged it off. Unfortunately, that was not the case. At 9:00 a.m., my mom came rushing into the house crying her eyes out. The worst has happened. 

I went outside to look for any surviving baby birds, but my hope was slowly sinking. I carefully looked into the destroyed nest to see a little fuzz ball. Relief flooded through me as I saw the fuzzy bird breathing. Since the bird was still in the nest, I let the bird be. 

Later on that day, I went outside to do my household chores when I saw the baby bird on the ground. My heart froze as I looked at the baby bird. I truly thought the baby bird did not make it. I stepped closer to the baby bird to see that it was breathing. I looked at the nest and noticed that there was a hole where it had fallen. The nest was no longer habitable for the baby bird. 

Torn about what I should do, I called my grandmother for some help. My great grandmother nursed a baby bird from an abandoned hatchling to a fully grown bird. I knew my grandmother would have some information about how her mother helped the bird. 

My grandmother informed me that I need to get that baby bird and makeshift a nest. I got torn brown paper, bark, and a small cardboard box. I put some gloves on and got the baby bird into the box. 

I know that at this point, people are probably yelling at me that I should have left the baby bird since it is probably learning how to fly. Let me debunk this by saying that there are three stages to a baby bird. There is a hatchling, 0 to 3 days old, a nestling, 3 to 13 days old, and lastly a fledgling, 13 to 14 days old. This baby bird was only 4 days old when this attack occurred. This baby bird was not in the stage of life to learn how to fly. 

I knew I could not take care of this baby bird since I already had to take care of a senior cat, a senior dog, and two toddler guinea pigs. I already had my hands full with animals that need constant care. Desperately, I called the Santa Rosa Bird Rescue Center. At first when I heard the voice-message start I was absolutely terrified. However, the woman on the voice-message explained that their phones were not in working condition. During the message, they explained in great detail how to take care of the bird until you are able to drop the bird off at the center. The woman in the message explained to NOT feed the bird, place the bird in a dark and quiet room, and make sure that the bird is warm. Once the bird is in those conditions, send a text message about what had happened to the bird and an image of the bird. After that, you can go to the center and drop the bird off. 

The next day my mother and sister went to the center to drop the baby bird off. Arriving there, my mother and sister were told that the baby bird was a boy and besides him being very hungry he was perfectly healthy. 

The bird has been nursed back to health. After the bird has matured, my family and I will bring the bird back to our property to reunite him with his bird family.