This post could also be called: Barry the bumped out Baltimore (Oriole) Bird; or Oliver, the Ooops I fell Out Oriole.
A pair of Baltimore Oriole's built a beautiful teardrop shaped nest in our pecan tree. As the days progressed we soon heard chriping sounds comming from the nest. One day we were walking through the front yard to the house and I noticed the two parent Orioles fussing about something near the ground so I went for a look. It was a baby Oriole, not enough feathers to fly.
Since we have 3 dogs I decided I could not put him on a bush (shrub) safely, and the nest was obviously not working properly - it was also too high for me to reach. Of course Dirt Dude was flapping around begging to keep him.
I picked the baby up (the parents really started to fuss) and we put him in a container. I searched the internet for what to feed baby Orioles, they are mainly insect eaters, some grain. In an emergency you can soak and mash up dog food to feed to them. I raided the dog's food and boiled the kettle. Made myself a cup of hot tea and poured some hot water over 5 pellets of dog food for the bird and began mashing.
I noticed that the parents were still fussing around outside, I assume they were looking for their baby. Since there was still the chance that they might look after Barry if we put him back out there I began to think how I could rig up a fake nest in the trees.
Then the light bulb went on (must have been the cuppa tea). I dumped out a bunch of magazines from a basket I had, lined the bottom with dried cut grass and took out a rope. I tied the basket to a low branch on the pecan tree (out of dog reach) and we placed Barry inside.
Sure enough the parents were clicking, whistling and generally acting very agitated once they heard their baby chirping.
I sat and watched out of sight, to make sure they were going to look after him. The Orioles are very very careful about approaching their babies totally out of sight, so it was quite difficult for me to see them actually hopping into the basket. I did however, see them catching small moths and other insects and flying in the direction of the basket. Finally I saw the mother fly into the basket with food. Hooray! We checked on Barry that afternoon and morning and night from then on.
Barry - the first day - FEED ME.....
The parents would scold us whenever we got close, so we kept the viewing times to quick glimpses and a photo.
He started to really fluff out.
One of the cutest things I saw was one morning there was Barry, and right next to him was a mother size depression in the grass.
Now I know where the Mohawk hair do design came from.............
It only took about 5 days for him to fully feather out (mohawk and all) and fly off. About four days after Barry flew out of the nest the entire Baltimore Oriole family left. Talk about empty nest syndrome! Perhaps next year......
Aussie Kim
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