My Hubby is so loving.
Not just to me, but to things around him.
He has a soft heart, even though he seems tough on the outside.
Case in point...
The other night he was driving home from work and in front of him in the road he saw a bird that was trying to get out of the way of cars passing by it. After a few cars and seeing it couldn't get away, he noticed it just sat in the middle of the road and let the cars go over it. He figured it had a broken wing. Most people would just pass it by as did everyone else. Not my Hubby. He stopped, picked it up, and brought it home with him. I didn't even see the bird until dinner when he pointed it out. He had sat him on top our coat rack and he didn't make any noise or movement. He told me the story and it made me feel happy inside. You could see that he was proud of himself. He is a big ol' country boy.
I asked all kinds of questions, because I am not one to normally bring wild animals into our house. Mainly because...their WILD. They are unpredictable, not trained, dirty, etc... He assured me that he was fine. He told me what kind of bird he was and off to Google I went. (Google is magic) He was right about the kind. I narrowed it to species and approximate age. I wanted to know what it ate, what it did, what its behavior was. I learned a lot and then some.
He's a Purple Martin.
I have named him Marty.
Isn't he pretty?
Surprisingly, he will let you hold him, pet him, feed him, and he has never once tried to claw or peck or be mean in any way. For a wild bird this really astonishes me. You would think he would go absolutely crazy if you tried to come near him being that we were humans. Hubby believes that he knows he saved him and therefore knows we won't hurt him. Plus, this type of bird is normally found around people houses, within 100 feet or so.
He eats flying bugs and likes to catch them on the fly to do so. That is hard considering his wing is hurt. We didn't know what we were going to do about food, but knew that by the next day we had to figure something out.
When Hubby got home from work today he put water in an eye dropper and Marty actually drank out of it. Later on he turned on our porch light (to attract flying bugs) to find him some dinner. Hubby grabbed a small moth to feed him. That took a little more work because like I said before they are used to grabbing it out the air while it is flying. After he bit it one time and killed it, he then ate it. I'm glad, because I would hate to be trying to heal his wing only to know that he dehydrated or starved.
We're not crazy, we know there is a chance that he could die while in our house. But he would probably die outside too seeing as how he can't fly. I would rather him be in here with us being taken care of then outside and possibly not being able to take care of himself. Not sure how long it takes a bird wing to heal, but hopefully he will be good as new soon.
Isn't my Hubby wonderful? So caring.
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That is so awesome of your husband! And of both of you for nursing it back to health. My husband found a baby bird on the sidewalk in Brazil one year, and we tried to keep it but just didn't know enough to help it. Brazil doesn't have any animal rehabilitation centers, so we just took it back to the park and wished it the best. I wish our bird could've had the same care as yours!
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