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I live in Las Vegas, Nevada, and if you have ever looked at the Weather Channel and checked out our summers, you would know that it gets pretty hot out here. Well, I was walking in a park in the afternoon and it was around 100 degrees. I then noticed a baby wren on the sidewalk frying in the heat. I was horrified. I know that you are supposed to leave the birds alone, but I did not see his mother. I couldn't leave and so I just walked a few feet away and waited for the mother to return. After fifteen minutes, I couldn't bear watching him in agony. I swooped him into my shirt and carried him home. I taught "Wren" how to fly. I would put him on my arm and coax him to jump off. He would scream in terror and then flap his wings as he slowly learned how to fly. He loved hopping and following me around my house, and occasionally I let him outside. His outside visits were immediately halted when the neighborhood cat took an interest in him. Wren lived for one month. I made the mistake of going to Petco and asking them to give me bird food for Wren. When I gave him the food one night and checked on him in the morning he was struggling to breathe. His neck was almost twisted backwards, and he kept trying to scream. I didn't know what to do, and I held him for a few minutes and then he died. I loved him more than any other pet. He will always be my perfect "Wren."

That is a beautiful, but sad story. I am so glad that you were able to save the little wren, and even if she didn't live more than a month, at least she had a good life while she lived, and she didn't die out there in the heat where you found her.

I had a very similar experience, many years ago, and it was a little skunk that I found. Somehow, he had gotten into one of the big round 55 gallon drums that they set up along the road for trash, and then he couldn't get back out. I was able to tip the drum enough to reach down in there and get ahold of him, and picked him up just like I would have picked up a kitty cat. I put him in a box and took him home, and gave him some food and water. We only kept him for a littlle while, since he was actually a wild creature, and was meant to live out in the woods.
He actually let me carry him around, and pet him, but my husband did not like me having him at all, so we didn't keep him.

(03-18-2014 02:18 PM)Happyflowerlady Wrote:  That is a beautiful, but sad story. I am so glad that you were able to save the little wren, and even if she didn't live more than a month, at least she had a good life while she lived, and she didn't die out there in the heat where you found her.

I had a very similar experience, many years ago, and it was a little skunk that I found. Somehow, he had gotten into one of the big round 55 gallon drums that they set up along the road for trash, and then he couldn't get back out. I was able to tip the drum enough to reach down in there and get ahold of him, and picked him up just like I would have picked up a kitty cat. I put him in a box and took him home, and gave him some food and water. We only kept him for a littlle while, since he was actually a wild creature, and was meant to live out in the woods.
He actually let me carry him around, and pet him, but my husband did not like me having him at all, so we didn't keep him.

Thank you for sharing your story. And I appreciate you expressing your compassion for my little Wren. I had no idea a person could actually pick up a skunk. I think that skunk felt that you were a loving person trying to help and that is why you were able to pick the skunk up. Most people would not have done that. You were very brave. You saved a life. This story reminds me of the starfish story about a boy who picked up starfishes on the beach and threw them back. His grandfather asked him why he was trying to save the few that he could since he didn't think it made a difference. But the grandson was smart and replied: It makes a difference to the ones I save.