So when my alarm went off this morning at 7:30, I snoozed it until about 8:15, rushed and got ready and drove to work. I’m late of course, since I am suppose to be there at 9. But I get in and the office is in a frenzy, because our 150 gallon fish tank was over flowing (all the fish lived - no worries) It was just a giant sloppy mess to clean up, and also there was a baby bird wrapped up in a pile of monkeys. We like monkey’s at my work, they are every where!
So the story about this little bird is last night, was a late night at work for my dad, he went to leave at about 1am, and saw this bird outside. He decided to leave it because if a bird falls out of it’s nest the mom will pick it up, just not with anyone around. People scare birds. Who knew? So this morning the bird was still there, so we decided we should take him inside. We made him a nice warm nest, went and bought him some delicious worms and we were doing all we could. Seriously we were cutting up the worms and feeding it to him with tweezers.
We had such high hopes for Fycus. We had him alive and eating, even hobbling around for about 4 hours. Then he stopped chirping, so we thought he was tiring down. Nap time? Then he was quite for a long time, like 30 minutes. So we checked on him and he wasn’t able to stand and kept flopping around like he couldn’t use any muscles just flail.
I went to my computer to look up if there was a “wildlife shelter” close by where we could take him, since we clearly couldn’t take care of him, despite our efforts. I couldn’t find any in Utah. So I started to look up what else we could do. All the articles just yelled at me for taking the bird in the first place, telling me it was illegal. I have to read through all this yelling to try and find anyone who was willing to help me. Then I heard those words “ we lost Fycus”. Poor Fycus. We had a burial for him. We loved him, we were going to train him to carry post it notes from one cubicle to another. I’m sorry Fycus, and RIP little birdy.
