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The cedar waxwing that we found ate the holly berries, an occassional frozen raspberry, and some berries we picked off a Juniper tree. Did I tell you we named hiim Bandit because of his distinct mask? He was never scared of our hands in the cage to feed him and give him fresh water. He never was frightened when we would pick him up to put him back in the cage. He would eat his berries while we were watching - inches away. We mostly left him alone and place him close to an outside window so he could see distances. He seemed to get stronger every day, but each day when we let him out of the cage, outside on the ground, he would hop, and flutter up to a twig laying on the ground, but never flew. One morning this week, I got up and looked into the cage. He was still sleeping - sitting on the cage floor with his head under his wing. I told my husband that we must have disturbed his inner clock. Not 30 minutes later, my husband went in and checked on him and he was lying dead on the cage floor. I wish I had known something to help him, but he was probably never going to get well enough to fly away. I kinda think he died of a broken heart from not being able to fly free with his friends. He gave us much enjoyment and several lessons about birds and their natural habitats. I hope he prefered dying in a nice warm house than being eaten by a predator. |
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