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The penguins are psychotic!
May. 27th, 2005 03:35 pmToday: Had tasty Fino's with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alliath, then caught a showing of Madagascar. While it wasn't as good as I was expecting, it was worth seeing. However, we pretty much agreed that what we really wanted was a show ALL ABOUT THE PENGUINS. I am pleased to say that they stole the show. (The lemurs rocked, too. Those of you whose initials are rabidlemur should go see it, and gurgle madly.)
Need to do some job application stuff. Really just want to nap. Why? See below:
Yesterday: Mouse was wounded in a trap in mom's pantry, but not killed. I caught it easily in a plastic cup (in pretty much the big rodent sign of 'impending death,' it didn't even protest), and lacking the guts to pop it, I instead took it toaccipiter's place and tossed it to Sig, who was very happy to have it.
Halfway home,alsafi called me and told me she'd found a baby bird on her porch. And when I say 'baby' I mean it still had its yolk sac and egg tooth - probably less than a day old. Picked up the wee birdling, determined the nest had probably been ripped open by a predator, and thus returning it was a poor idea. Took it home instead.
I leave with a mouse, I return with a TINY TINY BIRDLING. What a trade!
Yesterday it was doing quite well, even cheeping and begging for food. I was up every couple of hours during the night to feed it - hence, the exhaustion. I never sleep well when I'm afraid the next time I go to check on my charge, it may be dead. (I know, I know, in nature it wouldn't get fed through the night. But in nature, it also gets fed the right way by a mother bird, not a human doing their half-assed best. I've had too many babies die overnight, crops empty and shriveled in the morning, and too much success with mid-night feedings to avoid that step.)
The weester was doing pretty well this morning, but not as well as yesterday - and now it's practically stopped begging, and there's an ominous clicking when it breathes that does not speak well of its likelihood to survive. I know the chances of successful hand-rearing are slim when you get the chicks at this age, and alone, but... it's depressing, all the same. All I can do is keep trying and hope for the best.
alliath, then caught a showing of Madagascar. While it wasn't as good as I was expecting, it was worth seeing. However, we pretty much agreed that what we really wanted was a show ALL ABOUT THE PENGUINS. I am pleased to say that they stole the show. (The lemurs rocked, too. Those of you whose initials are rabidlemur should go see it, and gurgle madly.)Need to do some job application stuff. Really just want to nap. Why? See below:
Yesterday: Mouse was wounded in a trap in mom's pantry, but not killed. I caught it easily in a plastic cup (in pretty much the big rodent sign of 'impending death,' it didn't even protest), and lacking the guts to pop it, I instead took it to
accipiter's place and tossed it to Sig, who was very happy to have it. Halfway home,
alsafi called me and told me she'd found a baby bird on her porch. And when I say 'baby' I mean it still had its yolk sac and egg tooth - probably less than a day old. Picked up the wee birdling, determined the nest had probably been ripped open by a predator, and thus returning it was a poor idea. Took it home instead.I leave with a mouse, I return with a TINY TINY BIRDLING. What a trade!
Yesterday it was doing quite well, even cheeping and begging for food. I was up every couple of hours during the night to feed it - hence, the exhaustion. I never sleep well when I'm afraid the next time I go to check on my charge, it may be dead. (I know, I know, in nature it wouldn't get fed through the night. But in nature, it also gets fed the right way by a mother bird, not a human doing their half-assed best. I've had too many babies die overnight, crops empty and shriveled in the morning, and too much success with mid-night feedings to avoid that step.)
The weester was doing pretty well this morning, but not as well as yesterday - and now it's practically stopped begging, and there's an ominous clicking when it breathes that does not speak well of its likelihood to survive. I know the chances of successful hand-rearing are slim when you get the chicks at this age, and alone, but... it's depressing, all the same. All I can do is keep trying and hope for the best.
