My wife and I are the proud parents of triplets. Like many other baby stories, this has its beginnings with a camping trip. We went camping this weekend and got all set up when I saw a baby bird floundering on top of the trailer. It was well out of reach. I called my wife to help and at the same time the bird rolled off the roof, across the window awning and was caught in my wife's hands. We assumed it fell from a nest, but we could not find one. By coincidence, the camp host was next door collecting fees. She called the park ranger who told her there was nothing they could do because the bird was too young. It had no feathers on its body and its eyes had not opened. We were told to set the bird down and maybe the mother would come and care for it. We knew that was garbage and if we left it, it would die. By another coincidence, the camp host told us that she had raised a baby bird over five years ago by feeding it dog food with a set of forceps. She said the bird did great and she still has it to this day. Well, we took the bird in, made it a home in a sandwich box with a washcloth and fed it some of our dog's food.
We went for a walk and came back latter to feed the bird. After it ate and settled down, my wife heard more "chirping" coming from the top of the trailer. She convinced me to take off the A/C cover and sure enough, there was a nest with two more baby birds. Unbeknownst to us, the mother bird had built a nest in the A/C prior to our trip. They survived a three hour trip to our camp site. We took them in and fed them also. My wife named them Moe, Larry and Curly. Like all good mothers, she can tell them apart. We stayed two nights and came home with the Stooges.
Itís been four days now and they are growing like weeds. Feathers are forming on their heads and wings. Their eyes are open and they are beginning to try and stand. We are still feeding them dog food but use a syringe now. It works great. We have no intention of keeping them as pets and plan on releasing them once they can fend for themselves. Can anyone give us some advice to prepare them to leave the nest?
The attached pictures are of the Stooges after their forth day with us.