Nic and I came across a young sparrow outside a shop this morning and it looked to be in s lot of trouble. I knew from its short tail feathers that it is a juvenile and must have fallen off its nest. It was gasping for breath probably from panic and not to mention the intense heat (we're in the middle of a heat wave). I knew if we didn't intervene it would not make it through the nest couple of hours.
We ran back to the car - luckily I have loads of stuff in the trunk. I scraped together an ice cream box, an old rag cloth, a spoon and water. We dashed back to the shop and caught it and took the little critter home. Guess what? After a couple of hours it started to chirp - sounded like it was calling out to its mother.
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