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An old and pretty well used Mercury car.What is a Mercury beater?
Any old car that has been very well used but still runs is a beater.
An old and pretty well used Mercury car.What is a Mercury beater?
Or, as my mom and her mom would call it, a flivver.Ah so like a jalopy?
Not familiar with that word but if googles correct then aha!Or, as my mom and her mom would call it, a flivver.
Depends if it flies I guess!Not familiar with that word but if googles correct then aha!
I knew what a beater was, it's the mercury bit I failed at!An old and pretty well used Mercury car.
Any old car that has been very well used but still runs is a beater.
Honestly I just had mercury filled medical equipment sloshing about in my head, I just about made it to some type of chunky hard core car/suvI knew what a beater was, it's the mercury bit I failed at!
I knew what a beater was, it's the mercury bit I failed at!
Honestly I just had mercury filled medical equipment sloshing about in my head, I just about made it to some type of chunky hard core car/suv
I got an update from the wildlife rehab yesterday - Edgar survived! They said he was one of 16 (!) baby birds that came in that day. He’s doing well and has moved to an outdoor aviary with some buddies. He should be able to be released soon!My plans for yesterday were to go in to the office, work, and come home, but those got upended on Wednesday evening. I was at the barn, and just about to leave, when I remembered I should top-up horsey’s water bucket. He had enough to last through the night, but I figured he’d appreciate the extra.
As I went to fill it, I had to step over a dead baby bird on the ground. Ew! As I filled his bucket, I glanced over at the bird, and noticed it moving - turns out it wasn’t dead after all. I thought about leaving it, but figured I should try my best to give it a fighting chance, so I picked it up, put it in a cardboard box, drove to the nearest gas station, and started calling wildlife rehabbers.View attachment 113641
Of course, all the wildlife rehabbers were closed. So I drove home with the bird (which was moving around far more than I would have expected!), and did what all the websites say to do: put it in a slightly larger box with a towel, and put a heated pad under the box to keep it warm. I then locked it in my bathroom so the cats couldn’t get at it. I even stayed up way too late to make sure it got enough warmth (our heat pad turns off automatically after a certain period of time).
Amazingly, it survived the night and even chirped a bit at me and opened its mouth to beg for food the next morning!
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I called a lot of rehabbers - it’s busy season and a lot were full, so I had trouble, but I finally found one who agreed to take it. Only thing - they were 1-1/2 hours drive away from me. So the newly-named Edgar and I got into the car, and I hauled him up there. Dropped him off along with a donation to hopefully to cover his rehab costs and then some. I hope he makes it. It’s just one silly little baby bird, but he was so feisty and fighting so hard. I’ll see if I can get an update from the rehab in a week or so.