The Birdies and the Culprit
Okay, so the baby cardinals survived the night. Both ate well (every hour, mind you,) and one was very active and trying to fly. The other was hurt more severely — probably a broken leg, plus stripped feathers, and by morning, infection had set in. I took them to the ASPCA late the next day, and the wildlife rehabilitor emailed me late that night.
So far so good, except the severely injured one isn't expected to make it. She gave it antibiotics and subcutaneous fluids, but he was pretty hurt. I'm hoping to hear more later.
Here's the picture of the less severely injured one, being held by my son while I fed:
Another:
And here's the little killer — doesn't she look all innocent, coming inside the house to curl up on my son's sleeping bag? Heh. Don't be fooled…she's vicious!

Still…um…no no bad kitteh













