it wouldn't have been so bad if Oslik
had just killed
the baby bird he captured, but all he did was play
with it. (sarah theorizes that because housecats lack
maternal survival training they don't know what to do
with their prey.) when the bird peeped pathetically
its parents swooped in to harass Oslik but it looked
like it would be a suicide mission as he leaped to catch them. since i'd
never taken
a
pledge of
non-intervention, i grabbed a stick and chased Oslik off when he released
the birdy for a second.
maybe the bird was already doomed, but it seemed too horrible to let Oslik
slowly torture it. sarah
put socks on her
hands to minimize her scent and placed Peeper (as we'd named him) into
a pink plastic
basket lined with grass cuttings. we hung the
temporary nest
high in a tree
and hoped Peeper wouldn't get
woozy as it spun in the breeze. when his parents didn't find him there, we
rehung the basket closer to the
"bird condo"--a series of high holes in a wall where several families have
their nests--and hoped for the best.
then we got into a van with
Mirek and his band
for a short road trip to a concert in the picturesque town of
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