Note from Cute: An update on Pete the next morning! Click here to read it...
Hello, everyone. Meet Pete.
I came home from the mall tonight to find the boys (my two cats, Pimp and Moo) with their butts parked by the sliding glass door, just staring out to the right. This usually means there's something fun out there... but usually it's a squirrel or another cat.
Not this time. I went over to see what all the excitement was about and this is what I saw... Pete! I named him Pete because I name everything.
Pete is a little baby birdie and, apparently, he thinks my broom is a nest. (Its straw. Makes sense, right?)
I have no idea where Pete came from because there aren't really any trees right out back -- there are bushes and a palm tree, but no real nesting spots. But, what I do know is that if he was going to show up on anyone's porch, it would -- of course -- be mine. I am Mother Nature and everything (and I do mean everything) comes to me to feed, pet and find a home for.
So, naturally, Pete somehow made his way to MY broom. And he's welcome to it. I'm not using it (clearly, from the pictures...), so he might as well.
I have never had a baby birdie experience, so I immediately called our Wildlife Rescue Center to see if maybe they'd come pick Pete up and take care of him. They were closed, unfortunately, but there was a really helpful recording that explained what to do if you find a baby bird.
Since Pete is fully feathered and not in any immediate danger, I'm supposed to leave him alone. His parents are nearby, the recording said, and will take care of him.
So I guess that's it. Pete's just going to hang out with my broom for a while until his mom comes to pick him up from his visit with us. He seems pretty safe out there. I'll check on him in the morning and if he's still there, I think I'll box him up and take him to the Wildlife Rescue Center after all.
Just one more little animal for me to care for. For Pete's sake...
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