Peep Peep - who my nieces named Woody this morning - is not looking good. I don't think he is going to make it through the night. :(
We are not sure he's eating and drinking. Though I did see him peck at feed this morning, I don't know if he's actually eaten any. Or enough, anyway. Poor Woody.
Christian gave him water from a syringe tonight, but again, it really doesn't look good. We're not terribly surprised, but it is disappointing. Sigh. Maybe next year.
Good night, Peep Peep.
Edited at 10:30 ... Wood Peep is gone. :( We think the stress of being alone in a box might have just been too much. I can't believe how bummed I am over a little bird. I think it's probably because I got so excited when he just appeared. I was completely exhilarated that morning. It just seemed like magic.
Sometimes farming is hard.
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Boss Lady, I understand your pain. I had a baby male bluejay for a week or so and he did not make it. I still remember the pain of loosing him...
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