Some days my life closely resembles Mikey's. If anything strange and unusual is going to happen...it usually does.
I was in the barn trimming horse number 6 for the day when Megan and I heard a baby bird. I ignored it the first time I heard it. Listened a little more carefully the second time I heard it. And put the foot down to look the third time I heard it.
When I stood up, Megan said "I hear a baby bird". I said "I do to". No sooner had I uttered those words when we both spied a little fluff ball hopping over the cement ledge into the barn. The dogs spied it at the same time. Red Dog lunged and earned himself a kick in the ribs, Ute ran the other way and I tackled the fluff ball...
It's a baby Sharp Tailed Grouse!! WTH!!! Where did this come from???
Both of us were so surprised that the only thing we could think to do was take it to the house to show mom. She didn't even want to look. Mom is not as enamored of baby birds as Megan and I.
The next step was to walk around in the rain soaked grass to see if we could find a nest or the momma bird with the rest of her brood.
So the little fluff ball is safely nestled into his new home-in a box...in the bathroom.
The bathroom heater is on and Megan captured a jar full of flies to feed him.
Ummm...he has different ideas of where he feels safe...
Now the only thing we can figure is that the dogs rousted a momma grouse and one of them captured a baby. The fluff ball is not injured, nor was he wet when we found him. There is no way he wandered there by himself. He is not exactly a new hatch-he already is developing tiny little wing feathers and has pin feathers developing on his neck.
Usually grouse cannot be raised in captivity-no one really knows why-although Megan believes she has discovered the secret...They are bug-eaters from the time they hatch and will not eat chick scratch. Looks like Megan is going to be busy keeping flies captured. I have my fingers crossed that she can raise the little shit. It is so damn cute!!!