I was watering my garden when I saw a dead baby sparrow, as I continued to water, I saw another baby sparrow alive. I put on my garden gloves and picked it up.
My husband got the ladder out and climed up the side of the house and put the baby back in the nest. My husband went back in the house and I stayed out in the yard but backed up far enough away and watched. The nest was empty except for the baby we placed back in the nest.
A male sparrow came back to the nest and killed the baby, then through it out of the nest. I was heart broken.
Two female sparrows were on the ground churping at the dead baby sparrow. After a while they left.
The next day I was going to water the garden again and there were two more baby sparrows, but these were alive, I gave them dropes of water and some worms. I don’t know what to do with them. Do I let nature take its course or do I take care of them.
How can these little tiny things pull on my heart strings so so bad. I know this happens all the time with birds killing other birds and I guess it’s no different than humans at war killing each other, but it makes a different when you see it happen, weather its a bird or a human. Male lions kill baby cubs when they enter a new pride. Why is this an instinct with animals & humans. The only thing is Humans have a belief system and a consious but animals don’t.
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I would say you will have to let nature take its course. On saying that, I don’t know what I would do if I was in your shoes and the sparrows were there in front of me.
But really the only way is to let nature take its course.
I know how this can pull at our heart strings. I saw a sparrowhawk with its talons in a blackbird and the blackbird was so shocked and frightened I was caught up in the moment and so wanted the blackbird to live.
The only thing I can think of is that the male sparrow maybe was not the father of the chicks and wanted to make room for his own young.
There is such a lot we don’t know about our wild birds. As you can see from the orher comments from people – this is not just a one off. It must be part of their nature and all we can do is accept it!!
Thank you for getting in touch. Let me know what you decide to do.
Hi, Very interesting posts. I live in Devon.
I would like to tell you that last year I noticed a House sparrow chasing a Jackdaw for over 40 metres including 4 change of directions – quite a coincidence as the sparrow was less than a metre away from the Jackdaw.
Isn’t it amazing the things that happen in our countryside. I wonder what Bill Oddie would say to that.
House sparrow chasing a jackdaw goes against all the normal bird behaviour that you can think of.
Through people getting in touch with me I have heard of a lot of ‘bullish’ sparrow behaviour. Maybe I should write a book!
Thanks for telling us about this. I wish I’d seen it.
Sparrows kill other birds and eat all the food at the feeders. The House Sparrows have killed an entire nest of Bluebirds andRobins
Purplepigphoto who is a photographer and birder in USA sent me this. I read that he did not like sparrows and I asked him if he could learn to love them. I can see now why he dislikes them.
Are American Sparrows different to British Sparrows
I’ve received some facts about sparrows taking swallow eggs and harming a robin’s nest, plus a few more observations and I know they are bossy birds but do they harm other birds nests routinely?
I put food in different areas of the garden and find ‘gang’s of sparrows stay together at one feeding area. Other birds mingle together at the other feeders and never join in when a flock of sparrows are eating.
About 3 years ago we had a thin, bedraggled, stray cat wandered into our lives.
It came from nowhere and started to come to the house. It would sit on the window ledge outside our living room window and tap on the window with its paw.
We told it it did not live here and shooed it away. But every time we opened the front door it ran inside and sat on the living room chair. We threw it out. It came back. We listened to the cat tapping and the rain tapping on the window at the same time. The cat won the battle and joined the household. We have never found out where it came from. We called it Tabby. Then the trouble started.
It killed and ate birds. Lots of them. Killing birds seemed to be its one aim in life. I would watch it as it climbed inside a high hedge, crept along a branch and tried to kill an unsuspecting bird. It was a born hunter. I did try to stop it. I put two bells on its neck. I tried to keep it inside all the time, but it found open windows and also sneaked outside whenever anyone opened a door. I put up with a lot. I tried to make excuses for this cat.
Then one day I found two sets of soft, red, fragile robin feathers close together. So light and innocent. These soft feathers gently started to flutter in the breeze. This was solid proof that two robins had been killed by this cat. This was two lives too many. If the robins died, should the cat die? My patience turned to anger.
I realised that cats will always kill birds. This was just a food factory for this cat. I did not kill it. I rang the RSPCA. I left it at a collection point to be picked up by the RSPCA and have not seen it since. It was the only decision I could make. We have been free of cats since then and it has been lovely.
It is because of this experience I know that cats do a lot of harm to bird life. Too much harm.
I found out the other week that we have a feral cat round about. Hope it’s not killing a lot of birds.