It’s The Little Things

This weekend I was throwing trash out of my car as it was being prepped for some body work, when I heard scratching come from the bottom of the dumpster. The sound stopped quickly, but when I made a noise- trying to provoke the source – the scratching began again. I immediately thought it had to be a raccoon, stuck from the night before when it was digging for some food.

I had Alex move some trash around to see what it could be because I was scared of some monstrous raccoon who just pulled an anxiety-ridden all-nighter to come out and have its way with my face. So yes, I let a boy handle all that.

He picked up a small box and unveiled, lo and behold, a baby bird.  We were both surprised because the noise it was making left no suspicion that it was anything but a bigger animal. I immediately felt overwhelming sympathy and a swarm of frenzied “what do I do now” thoughts attacked my brain. 

I put on some rubber gloves and took it out of the box and onto some dirt in the shade. The little bird was entirely too small to fly and could only walk backwards. To make my heart melt even more was when it opened its mouth to me for food.

I took the box into the shop and put some paper towels in it and put my new buddy back in while I searched the area around the dumpster to see where the nest could be. I saw nothing except an overhead air conditioning unit but there was nothing in or around it. I commenced mass Google searches before I realized that there was really nothing I could do to help save his life.

While my car was being worked on, three hours or so, I stayed with the helpless little fella and even got him to drink water when I suctioned some with a straw. Some websites advised not to do this, but I figured there was no harm in trying.

The whole concept of survival of the fittest daunted over me for hours. I watch those National Geographic shows and understand this is all a part of life, it is how nature works, but I do get upset when the weaker animal is overtaken. I am an extremely sensitive animal lover who pictures a Pocahontas-esque future where all animals live in harmony and eat… twigs and berries.

I named him Darwin, and maybe this was just in my mind, but when I would get up to do something, he would turn his head as I walked. He soon began chirping, and stared at me while I tried to get work done on my computer.

I went back outside to investigate the dumpster area when I saw a small dark brown, maybe black bird with a worm in its mouth watching me. Do I sound crazy yet? I ran into the shop and peaked my head around when I saw the bird going into a hole where the doorknob would be on a wooden, unused door- which I successfully overlooked earlier- that was situated in back of the dumpster. I ran inside and put Darwin and his box on the cover of the garbage and went back inside to snipe the situation.

It was the mother. With some time she would perch on the box but not feed Darwin, she only looked at him. I called Alex over to check what was going on behind the door. Sure enough, two little baby birds just like Darwin looked up at us.

I almost died of happiness. My car was just about done being worked on and I knew that leaving would only result in guilt and sadness if I had to leave Darwin where I found him. I made Alex put gloves on and put him with his family, and with some time, the mother returned and left again, bringing back food for her three little babies.

How Darwin got into the dumpster I will never be sure of, but an update per my constant naggy requests that came in just an hour ago said the birds are still together behind the door, and there have been signs of the mother leaving and returning.


It is always the little things that catch my deepest emotions off guard. I love to find myself in situations where I can help, even if it meant spending three hours with a bird whose chance of survival was bleak. It is always the little things that make me grateful to be who I am, someone who is capable of actually finding happiness with the simple world around them.

18 thoughts on “It’s The Little Things

    1. Hey i to found a baby bird 2 days ago younger with no feathers eyes closed on the ground i took it inside and is still going strong after 2 days hopefully more i feed it chopped up cherries earth worms and meal worms with a tiny bit of water dripping from my finger its a mission getting live meal worms inside its mouth but its all worth it as long as it eats then it stays quite for a while after i feed it then he begs me for some more food i keep it in a small bucket with dried grass ontop of my dish box because its warm lol p.s pain in the butt every noise i make it starts to beg for food it has a big belly now it looks like the pictures u got there iv seen the mom before idk if i should release it once it flies or keep it as a household pet


  1. It’s that kind of compassion that breathes life in to our world. It’s the little things that can so easily be overlooked. I just feel that true compassion sees even them, especially them. Wonderful story.

  2. Hi, and thank you for following my blog! I really like this post. I, too, am a huge animal-lover-bird-rescuer and have learned much over the years. Here in Albuquerque, there is a Wildlife Rescue that will take in abandoned babies and other injured wildlife. But their advice is to always see if you can put the baby back in the nest–it doesn’t matter if you touch it (I was always told this would make the mother reject it). I have even made impromptu nests out of plastic containers when I couldn’t find the “real” nest, and nailed them high in a tree, and the mother has come back to care for them. Oh, and the thing about giving a baby water–it’s very easy for that water to go into the lungs instead of the stomach. I did that once and felt horrible. The trick is to let the baby sip from a straw or eyedropper (sounds like that’s what you did) rather than using an eyedropper and squirting it in (like I did :( ) Anyway, so glad everything turned out well! You have a beautiful blog!

    1. Great feedback! I’d love to get out to NM sometime very soon- a roadtrip would be ideal.

      I, too, was told it would be rejected by its mother if I were to handle it… and the water was not the best idea, I just wanted to help in some way. Thankfully it worked out! Thanks for stopping by, great blog you’ve got with beautiful pictures :)

  3. awww l hope the bird survives…that was very nice of you…l would of done the same thing cuz animals are special & especially this 1 needed help

  4. I loved reading this. Who’s there to say that the small things in life also matter? Everyone is too fixated with the big picture and misses the entire show.

  5. That was a beautiful thing you did there and I love the fact that you called him, ‘Darwin’. Your final sentence shows me we are like-minded people!

    Thanks for following my blog – reciprocated. I hope you enjoy my three lovely things each day :)

  6. That little guy has the goofiest grin! Have fun at Bonnaroo btw. (for some reason I always think that is in Australia…) Glad to catch up with your goings- on, lady. As always. Love and Hugs! Donna

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