06/17/2026
While sitting outside watching my crow box this evening (after an exciting confirmed crow flyover 🐦⬛), Dakota and I witnessed something that turned our quiet evening into a full-blown wildlife rescue mission.
A little starling fell straight down from its nest under our RV lean-to… a good 20 feet! We watched in horror as it lay motionless on the ground while mama bird looked on and then flew away. I have three barn cats, so I couldn't just let it stay there.
At this point, I’m wondering… what is happening to me?! 😂. (This is the 2nd Starling I've rescued in 6 months.) I seem to be turning into a complete bleeding heart for every creature, big or small, invasive or not.
I grabbed a ladder and carefully placed the little guy on top of the camper as close to the nest as I could get. The ungrateful little bu**er immediately jumped and fell again. 😳
Then came the moral dilemma:�Do I let nature take its course?�Do I adopt him as a pet?�Do I try reunification one more time?
After much debate, I perched him on a nearby tree branch hidden among the leaves. He sat there calling for his mama while Dakota and I watched from a distance, hoping she’d come back.
No idea what the outcome will be, but tonight’s crow-watching adventure unexpectedly turned into a lesson in that I apparently can’t mind my own business when an animal needs help. ❤️🐦
Long story short, if you see me tomorrow riding around with Starling perched on my shoulder, just look the the other direction. 🥹😂
