"David W.E. Roberts" wrote in message
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Hi,

we have had an injured juvenile Jackdaw in the garden - couldn't fly and
was
hiding in the shrubbery at the bottom of the garden and coming out to
circle
our little pond.

The parents were keeping an eye on it and shouting at our cats if they
ventured out into the garden.

We first saw it around 09:00 and it was still there at 14:00 - conclusion
was that it wasn't going anywhere soon.

Rang the Blue Cross who put us onto a local women who rescues wildlife.

She came and checked the bird out, and agreed with us that it wasn't fit
enough to survive outside, so she has taken it to her aviary for R&R and
some antibiotics.

She will bring it back and release it here as soon as it has recovered -
she
thinks it will recover fairly quickly.

Very strange - the bird was bald on the back of its head and also had some
damage at the base of the tail on the top.
The knees were abraded and bleeding slightly.
The bird could flutter but not fly.
I have never seen a bald bird before and am puzzled over the reason.

The guilt is due to the constant searching by the parents who keep flying
round calling, perching in trees and on our roof.

No way to tell them that junior is in good hands and should be back in a
few
days.
I just hope that they remember the little tyke when it is recovered.

Meanwhile I am haunted by the harsh cries of "Ba**ard - what have you done
with my baby!" on a regular basis :-(

Ho hum
Dave R
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We had a similar situation with a young, unfledged blackbird, it was sitting
under the leylandii hedge, with parents crying out nearby, I then noticed
one of our cats heading straight for it, managed to intercept the cats and
bring them indoors, figured the bird would only need a couple of days to
finish learning to fly and to be able to look after itself. Then again
nature seems to have had it in for this little tyke, next morning I went out
to check on his progress only to find him face down in the pond, sometimes
it just doesn't matter how hard you try to save them, they are destined for
the great scrapheap of life.
Duncan