In 1985 we found a little Mockingbird on the street near my folks' house in Kilgore. It had fallen from the nest and was a real mess. Needless to say we took him home. We bought crickets and worms and an eye dropper for water and hand-fed the little guy for weeks. He stayed in the house and rode in the car (on the steering wheel facing forward). He was a real sight...and much, much fun. He had such a great spirit, we called him Henry Little Eagle.