So, the furry little critters that live in my house and take up space on the floor caught a juvenile crow in our back yard the other evening. Fortunately, we caught them before they killed it, and it seems to be ok, other than the fact that it can't fly.
JP put it in a kennel in the garage for the night with some food and water, then in the morning, he put it up on the roof where it would be able to hop onto some low hanging branches and climb up into a large tree. It did not stay on the roof, however, and decided to come down to the back yard.
It's parents are still anxiously hovering (loudly I might add), and I am hoping that they are seeing to it's nutritional needs.
The worst part is that, while the poor little guy is our back yard resident, the dogs cannot roam freely, and must be leashed to take care of business. This is not a problem for Charlie, the beagle, but it is, however, a problem for Sara Beth, the persnickety mutt who likes to make our lives difficult. She won't do her "business" on a leash. Instead, she hovers by the back door and whines, then as soon as she's out there, she just stands around looking confused. She is making me crazy. I hope that little bird heals fast, cause Sara Beths own life might be at risk if this keeps up.
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