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A seagull baby - in my home
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Yesterday, when I was walking home from school, even if it was windy and rainy and cold, I saw something, that totally touched my very heart.
A baby seagull. All alone. Wet and terrified. running back and forth close to a house wall, in the middle of civilization, far away from it's parents. I looked around, to see if I could see anybody that could help me, but with no result. For some time, I just stood there, watching the little creature while it was calling after mom. Then I looked around again.It was cold, and I decided that the little fellow simply couldn't be left on there, on the sidewalk, surrounded by cars and dogs and other dangerous stuff. So what did I do? I emptied my soft pencil case, putted all the pencils in my back-pack, and carefully putted the baby into it.
It was so small. So wet. So frozen.
When I came home, I changed my clothes, and tried to feed the baby with some caviar. The baby tasted some of it, still in the pencil case, but didn't really like it. So I searched for other stuff it could eat, like canned salmon, but didn't find anything. I searched in the fridge, the pantry... nothing.
Nobody was home but me.
The baby was shaking. I didn't know if it was of the cold, confusion or because it was frightened. I tried my best, to handle the little fellow with care. I tried to warm it in my hands.
Later, my mother and youngest sister came home. I told my mother everything. Her reaction? It can't be described really. She wasn't angry, but at the same time she wasn't happy. I dunno. Anyway, we started to make some calls. We called the Wildlife Shelter, a Zoo, and some relatives, to get some help. My uncle, whom is a Birdwatcher, told us what he knew. I knew pretty much myself already, but anyway he gave us some tips about food we could give the baby. Then my father came home too.
What we did next, was to find some sort of box to put the baby in. We found one made of carton, putted some towels in it, and then carefully putted the baby down in it. Then we fed it with bread dipped in water, some of the fish we ate for dinner, and also some Simmenthal (which is small parts of beef meat mixed with some jelly; www.licata.co.uk/pics/LargeSim…). And it did eat some of it all, which was very relieving. Now we knew it could survive.
Later in the evening, we all went to sleep. I brought the carton box with the baby up the stairs to my room, and then, while the baby slowly fell asleep (so cute), I read some about seagulls in my bird book. though, I found no info about young ones. And that was pretty bothering.
At six-thirty in the morning, I was waken up by the seagull baby's calls. It was hungry. So I ran down to the kitchen, and took some more water dipped bread. The baby ate it up with great appetite.
Later, I took the carton box and went down to have some breakfast. No one in my family was awake yet. I looked out of the window. Rain. And wind. AGAIN. Something told me this wasn't the day to try and bring the baby back to it's home, to the place I found it (as I'm writing this, it's raining still).
Then my father came down the stairs. We talked a little, I did some seagull-research on the web. Later my father decided to let the baby try and take a walk in our garden. I wasn't really sure, because our garden has some slots in the fence around it, but I was OK with giving it a try. But I kept an eye on the baby, standing in the garden in my pajamas with an umbrella over my head. But suddenly, the baby had walked over to our neighbors garden, under the fence that runs between us (I live in some sort of townhouse). I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get the baby back, from our garden. I had to take another way. Suddenly my father had walked up to my room and knocked on my window, telling me to come up. "You can see the baby very good from here" he said. I agreed, but still it didn't feel very good. What would happen next? I'll tell you what happened. A magpie came. And it attacked the baby! Then my heart started to beat faster. My father told me to wait, but I ran down the stairs, and out into the garden, still in my pajamas, barking like a dog. I scared the magpie, and it flew away. Then I decided that I really, REALLY HAD to get the baby back, as fast as possible. And in the rain, I started to climb over the fence, to try and reach the baby from outside
(you see, our house is on a hill. Our garden is very small, and looks like a rectangle. If we pretend that my the garden is a compass, our neighbor's garden is to the west, the fence I climbed over is to the north, and our house is to the south. To the east, there is nothing but a big house wall. So to say, the north side where the fence I climbed over is, it goes down. So if you fall, ouch).
I really did my best. But in the end, we had to give our neighbor a call to get the baby back. My father rang on her door, and she helped us get get it back. Then we decided to keep the baby inside the house for some time. We thanked our neighbor, and went back home. I had to climb all the way back, and my feet was so cold that I barely could feel my toes. As a matter of fact, I had went barefoot.
Later during the rest of the day, we allowed the baby to run freely in our living room.
And It's walking around there still. Making some baby-seagull sounds, pooping, and discovering the room. I want to keep it, but at the same time, maybe that doesn't work.
Tomorrow, I'll see what to do... <3
A baby seagull. All alone. Wet and terrified. running back and forth close to a house wall, in the middle of civilization, far away from it's parents. I looked around, to see if I could see anybody that could help me, but with no result. For some time, I just stood there, watching the little creature while it was calling after mom. Then I looked around again.It was cold, and I decided that the little fellow simply couldn't be left on there, on the sidewalk, surrounded by cars and dogs and other dangerous stuff. So what did I do? I emptied my soft pencil case, putted all the pencils in my back-pack, and carefully putted the baby into it.
It was so small. So wet. So frozen.
When I came home, I changed my clothes, and tried to feed the baby with some caviar. The baby tasted some of it, still in the pencil case, but didn't really like it. So I searched for other stuff it could eat, like canned salmon, but didn't find anything. I searched in the fridge, the pantry... nothing.
Nobody was home but me.
The baby was shaking. I didn't know if it was of the cold, confusion or because it was frightened. I tried my best, to handle the little fellow with care. I tried to warm it in my hands.
Later, my mother and youngest sister came home. I told my mother everything. Her reaction? It can't be described really. She wasn't angry, but at the same time she wasn't happy. I dunno. Anyway, we started to make some calls. We called the Wildlife Shelter, a Zoo, and some relatives, to get some help. My uncle, whom is a Birdwatcher, told us what he knew. I knew pretty much myself already, but anyway he gave us some tips about food we could give the baby. Then my father came home too.
What we did next, was to find some sort of box to put the baby in. We found one made of carton, putted some towels in it, and then carefully putted the baby down in it. Then we fed it with bread dipped in water, some of the fish we ate for dinner, and also some Simmenthal (which is small parts of beef meat mixed with some jelly; www.licata.co.uk/pics/LargeSim…). And it did eat some of it all, which was very relieving. Now we knew it could survive.
Later in the evening, we all went to sleep. I brought the carton box with the baby up the stairs to my room, and then, while the baby slowly fell asleep (so cute), I read some about seagulls in my bird book. though, I found no info about young ones. And that was pretty bothering.
At six-thirty in the morning, I was waken up by the seagull baby's calls. It was hungry. So I ran down to the kitchen, and took some more water dipped bread. The baby ate it up with great appetite.
Later, I took the carton box and went down to have some breakfast. No one in my family was awake yet. I looked out of the window. Rain. And wind. AGAIN. Something told me this wasn't the day to try and bring the baby back to it's home, to the place I found it (as I'm writing this, it's raining still).
Then my father came down the stairs. We talked a little, I did some seagull-research on the web. Later my father decided to let the baby try and take a walk in our garden. I wasn't really sure, because our garden has some slots in the fence around it, but I was OK with giving it a try. But I kept an eye on the baby, standing in the garden in my pajamas with an umbrella over my head. But suddenly, the baby had walked over to our neighbors garden, under the fence that runs between us (I live in some sort of townhouse). I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get the baby back, from our garden. I had to take another way. Suddenly my father had walked up to my room and knocked on my window, telling me to come up. "You can see the baby very good from here" he said. I agreed, but still it didn't feel very good. What would happen next? I'll tell you what happened. A magpie came. And it attacked the baby! Then my heart started to beat faster. My father told me to wait, but I ran down the stairs, and out into the garden, still in my pajamas, barking like a dog. I scared the magpie, and it flew away. Then I decided that I really, REALLY HAD to get the baby back, as fast as possible. And in the rain, I started to climb over the fence, to try and reach the baby from outside
(you see, our house is on a hill. Our garden is very small, and looks like a rectangle. If we pretend that my the garden is a compass, our neighbor's garden is to the west, the fence I climbed over is to the north, and our house is to the south. To the east, there is nothing but a big house wall. So to say, the north side where the fence I climbed over is, it goes down. So if you fall, ouch).
I really did my best. But in the end, we had to give our neighbor a call to get the baby back. My father rang on her door, and she helped us get get it back. Then we decided to keep the baby inside the house for some time. We thanked our neighbor, and went back home. I had to climb all the way back, and my feet was so cold that I barely could feel my toes. As a matter of fact, I had went barefoot.
Later during the rest of the day, we allowed the baby to run freely in our living room.
And It's walking around there still. Making some baby-seagull sounds, pooping, and discovering the room. I want to keep it, but at the same time, maybe that doesn't work.
Tomorrow, I'll see what to do... <3
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