Tonight I had to rescue an injured Northern Mockingbird from 4 young boys chasing it at my apartment complex. Poor baby can’t fly and was running for it’s life until I told them to piss off. It was obviously already injured and they were just being obnoxious kids, but still, little fuckers.
So I have it in a cat carrier on my patio and it’s covered up with a towel and shirt. I checked in once and it’s asleep. I’m trying to leave it alone and let it relax but it’s hard to refrain from peeking. I’m taking it to a wildlife care center in the morning, so please send good thoughts our way!