The Jackuul Blog

They hatch, and try to commit suicide in my yard by leaping to their doom, and then waiting for my dogs to find them and swallow them whole.  I usually take the smaller dog out first, since he’s just a Pit, and doesn’t understand hunting.  He usually finds them, sniffs them, then when they move he leaps backward and runs away – yeah, anyone who says Pits are ferocious evil man eating dogs needs to see mine.  He’s as scary as Elmo.

So I go out and get my gloves on, pick up the baby bird, and then hold it for about half an hour carefully while looking for its nest or mother – the black birds here are smart and have about 10 lookouts that try to attack you when you go near a baby.  These are the easiest to save – I plop them into the neighbors yard and the birds follow it.  Thus, the baby is saved.  This one wasn’t a blackbird so I don’t know if its parents are that smart.  I will check on it tonight and again tomorrow – if nobody claims it I may end up having to figure out what they eat so I can feed it a few times a day.  It looked old enough to not beg for food – but young enough to not figure out flight.  It was rather tiny and ugly looking too.  Not as ugly as the blackbird babies though – those things look like gremlins, and sound like them too.

Baby birds are stupid and have jackoff parents that can’t keep track of them.