I had an experience yesterday I wanted to tell you all about.
My daughter and I drive about 35 minutes to a restaurant we like to go to on Sunday afternoon for lunch most every Sunday.
Well yesterday we went to do the same thing and we were about 5-7 minutes from this restaurant when I noticed by the meridian, a small animal with what appeared to be feathers blowing when the car in front of us passed by it. It almost looked like the animal was trying to start in to the road, but had got blown back to the meridian where it started which only amounted to a couple of inches. I told my daughter about it, and I wasn't sure what I saw, but we decided to turn around and check it out, because neither of our conscious' would be cleared until we knew what it was, and if it needed help, and if we didn't help it. So we turned around and went back.
Lo and behold it was a small black bird and it must have had an injured wing or both were injured. I waited until no cars were coming, and I ran to the middle of the road knowing full well by now that it was a bird. I red pickup was coming up and stopped because I was in the road, trying to pick up this bird, but he kept trying to fly and would only jump a little and end up falling on to the pavement and I was only a couple of inches up off the pavement carrying him, so he didn't fall far. It was hard to hold him in my hands to keep him from falling out because he was trying so desperately to fly.
Well, this nice man in the pickup watched, and waited until I got the bird off the road. I waved to him because I appreciated that he waited, and was not impatient even though it was 'just a little bird'.
Once we got the bird on the shoulder of the road, we had to figure out what we had in the car that we could put the bird in to transport it since leaving him on the side of the road he would just be left to die, since he could no longer get food and would either get run over or starve to death which were not options for this bird. We had a plastic bag in the car that we could put it in, and my daughter held the bag while I drove, and made sure the bird had plenty of ventilation figuring it was a plastic bag!
We then got on the IPHONE and found the nearest animal hospital which was about 10 to 12 minutes away. We then got there and my worst fears were true, as they couldn't treat any wild birds due to state law, yada, yada, yada. They did give us numbers to the PA game and wildlife.
We called the first number and they could help us, but we were 45 minutes away. As I was talking to this guy on the phone he was telling me they could take it, and they do have a vet that could see it, but was not on the premises. He was telling me his address to their office so we could put it in the IPHONE and get the directions when my daughter loudly says, "Mom, he's bleeding" and she started crying real hard. (She is such a softie, and a real animal lover like me). I looked in the bag, and I told the guy that the bird was bleeding, and he said, "Is it a lot?" and I said "Yes, I guess for a bird", and I said to my daughter, "Is he still moving?" and she said "barely". I relayed the message to the guy on the phone. I said "Is he having a heart attack?" and he said either that or a blood clot and it is bleeding out" and he said, "What you should do now is get some thing like a shoe box, and put it in there, and just let him go, because it will never make the trip here". I said "Ok, thank you", and I hung up. By this time my heart just dropped because there was nothing I could do for this poor little thing, but let it die.
I looked in the bag before seeing the bleeding and I saw his eyes opening and closing a couple of times. My daughter had seen his mouth opening and closing a couple of times too. I truly believe it had a heart attack.
I thought of my wonderful sparkfriend BEFIT013 from the time I first saw this bird hoping I could have had the great outcome she had in her blog, but unfortunately, my situation didn't prove a success like hers.
I then called the guy back after we settled down, and felt a little better, and he said he didn't believe that the bird would have lived even if we would have gone straight to their office from when we picked the bird up, because I figured we wasted precious time hitting the dead end by going to the animal hospital, but that only took about 17 to 20 minutes before the bird died from when we picked it up until it died.
Here is the beautiful story my awesome sparkfriend BEFIT013, Michele told of her incident.