Henry, the hatchling sparrow, fell from the rafters of my barn in the
middle of June. He had no feathers and he was so young that his eyes
were still shut. I couldn't reach the nest he had fallen from with a ladder so I tried
to put Henry in a make-shift nest as high as I could get it in the barn
hoping the mother bird would come care for him. But she didn't.
I called wildlife rehab but they didn't have room for a sparrow so
young. They said he had less than a 5% chance of making it and they
didn't have the staff or the time to take him in. So, I researched what to feed baby birds and how to care for them.
There wasn't a whole lot of info but most resources said baby birds that
young were not going to make it without a mother bird.
Henry deserved a chance so I wasn't going to give up on Henry. He was
so brave and such a happy fighter that I was going to put my heart into
it.
I made him high protein meals in the blender, fed him with a chopstick
and carried him around in a little box. I fed him every hour at the
office and at home (except at night). He seemed to be thriving.
He responded to my whistle when I walked in. He would pop up from his nest with his mouth open and eat like a champ.
After 2-3 weeks, I thought he might be ready to start flapping his
wings and practice balancing on twigs. So, I got him a cat crate and put
twigs in one side and out the other so that he could sit on them and
learn to balance while exercising his wings. He soon began to jump from
twig to twig and chirp away. He seemed to love his new playground.
That crate with Henry in it, traveled with Happy (my therapy dog) and
me to the office every day and home again. He slept in my bathroom at
night so that he was close but my dogs wouldn't get too interested.
I took him out almost every night when we got home from the office to
begin to practice flying exercises. He would sit on a low branch and
flutter to the ground then run towards me. I would chuckle at his
tenacity and then put him back on the branch and he would do it all over
again like it was his very first time.
He seemed to be getting ready to fly. He acted like he wanted to try so
I set up some tall branches (cut from our trees) in our little barn for
him to practice flying in. I closed the wire doors to the little barn
so that he wouldn't get lost while he was learning to fly from branch to
branch. Henry could practice flying while I was close taking care of
our other animals.
I kept an eye on him while I worked and he would chirp loudly whenever I
would walk by, almost like he wanted me to stop and watch his new
accomplishments. Of course, I did and he would show off like the real
ham he is.
He flew around from branch to branch and started getting really good at navigating the branches. One night in early July, Henry was out with me and he was flying from
the hay stack to the pick-up truck and back again. He had made this loop
several times.
Then it happened, he lifted himself up to a tall tree and just sat
there on a branch. Way up on a high branch. It was dusk and he was
sitting in the tree that wasn't too far away from the hawk's nest. I
whistled and called him but he didn't budge. He just sat right in that
one spot on the branch. I sat on the ground and watched him until it got dark then went inside
for the night. I knew there was nothing I could do. I just had to trust
him in his natural environment.
Henry decided he was going to stay in that big tree that night and so
he did! I went out the following morning very early and he was gone.
So, disappointed, I went back inside to do some catch-up work and as I
was working on the computer early that morning I saw a cluster of 3
sparrows outside my window. The "mother" was putting insects from the
sidewalk in a young sparrow's mouth! I thought it looked like Henry.
I hoped against hope that it was Henry and he had already found a group
of birds to call his family. But I knew that was a far fetched notion.
I finished working and walked outside to start serving breakfast to all the rescued barn animals we care for. Then I heard that familiar chirp! There was Henry in the tree by the
deck chirping at me! He flew low towards me to make sure I saw him.
I ran in to get his food and returned to the tree that hung over our
deck. He flew down close and sat on a branch while I fed him with the
chopstick. (I have to stand on the railing of the deck to reach the
lowest branches that Henry sits on :).
When he was full he flew higher up and off to join a group of other
birds. :) Ha! Sweet Henry was going to be a big boy bird after all!
Now he comes by most mornings for some breakfast and and a little chat.
If I am out walking around he will fly from tree to tree to make sure I
see him and follow him back to our tree for a snack. One evening he
came by at dinner time and landed briefly on my head just to say hello.
He has bird friends now that I see him hanging out with so I know he is
learning how to eat on his own, belong to a bird family and really take
care of himself.
He seems to be doing well so far. And he still comes to the same tree and sits on the same branches most mornings.
I was afraid that he might not be able to make the transition from
being taken care of by a human into being an independent wild bird. But,
he was able to and is doing very well. Henry is visibly happy to see me
and enjoys coming to visit with me. I can tell how he flutters his
wings and chirps wildly when he sees me coming towards him.
I never realized how much joy a little orphaned sparrow could bring to
my heart. I am thrilled that he knows he is a bird and lives freely as a
bird and when he comes to say hello every morning, my heart still jumps
with excitement and overflows with happiness.
