One day last week while we were doing our math, Alex got up to let the dog out. It was another beautiful fall day here. Sunny, warm and a slight breeze.
Alex walked outside noticing something down by the back fence. It went a little like this:
Alex: "Mom, come here!!!"
Me: "Alex, get in here, you need to get this math finished."
Alex: "Mom, there's a bird in the yard and it's hurt." (He tells his sister to get a box.)
Me: "Alex, leave it alone! Don't touch it! Get in here." (I walk to the backdoor, really not interested in this bird and just knowing Alex is trying to blow off school.)
Alex: "Mom... please come here. It's alive! We have to do something!!"
Me: (realizing math is losing it's luster) "Alex, don't touch it."
Meanwhile, Micayla is coming out with a shoebox with holes punched in the top.
Alex: "Mom, I don't think it's hurt, I just think it's stuck."
OH GREAT. Now all math is out of the minds of my babes and they are focusing on this bird. Alex pulls the
Alex: "Mom, it's covered in burrs." (The soft, flat one's that stick to you.)
We examine the bird. He's in the box. The kids get out their winter gloves so they can hold it and start taking off the burrs. (There's one reason we need gloves in Florida!!)
So I realize we now have a bird and I don't want a bird. What are we going to do with this bird??
So I get on Google and look up wildlife rescue places in our zip code. I didn't want just a critter control person. I found an animal hospital, very close to the house. They are a wildlife drop off. Who knew???
So... we ended up taking the bird, who the kids named Lucky, to the vet. They cleaned it up and sent it off to a bird rescue who, if possible, will release it back out in the area it was found. Whew!
We did find out it's a Great Crested Fly Catcher. We did research on it when we came home so the school day wasn't a complete loss was it???
And just because I know you want to see...