Are YOU my mother??

After Ashley came over 3 times, I wasn't sure what she could possibly need. After all, she had gotten a band aid, brought me her sprinkler, and something else when she rang the door bell yet again. I opened the door and she had a horrified look on her face. I was like, whats wrong??? She told me that the baby bird was dead. (WHAT baby bird is she talking about???) I told her that I was sooo sorry. Then I asked her what we should do. She didn't know, so I said I would give her a box. Then she told me it was still alive. (hmmm...) Ok, have a box anyway and bring it to me. Well, it wasn't dead, and she didn't want it, so, who best to take it? I, the I Don't Like Animals girl...(I fed their dogs yesterday). So I bring it in, Google how to take care of it, and have now fed it four times and its pooped. Yes. I am going to name him Herman. And I am giving him up for adoption if he survives the night. So here are some pics depicting life as Herman's mommy. I feed him a mixture of dog food, milk, water, cracker and boiled egg. It stinks. But he likes it and I guess in the end that is what counts. Oh yeah, and he makes the cutest little peeps when you are feeding him....gotta go, I think I hear him.