They had no feathers, just a little black fuzz. Their eyes weren't even open yet. We fed them water with a spoon, one drop at a time, being careful not to touch them. They were starving, poor things!
We kept them in a box, using some of the straw they had used for their attic nest as a liner. While my husband and the kids went shopping for material to make a bird house, I looked online to find out how to take care of newborn baby birds. I found out they have to eat every twenty minutes throughout the day. There was a recipe with boiled eggs and milk, supposedly the best food for baby birds. I ended up feeding them tiny pieces of wet bread, using chopsticks.
Shadow barked every time someone came close to the box, which was placed on a high, cat-proof shelf. He was so eager to see what was in the box, but I couldn't let him get too close.
I was in charge of feeding them every time the timer beeped, while the rest of my family built a bird house. It helps to have a handyman as a husband. He had a custom designed bird house ready in no time.
We transferred the babies into a bowl to be able to use the same straw as a liner for their new home.
My husband installed the bird house on the side of our house, near the trap where their old nest used to be, accessible through our bedroom window. Mommy Grackle found her babies and busied herself going back and forth bringing them food. My job as a baby bird nurse was over!
Three days later, the babies are settled in their new home. Don't they look comfy in there?
A week later, they're starting to have feathers. Their eyes are open! Sadly, one of the babies died. But three survived. That's very good news. Sometimes none of them survive after being handled by humans.
Two weeks later, their feathers are fully grown. Aren't they much cuter than when they were just born?
Three weeks later, we found no birds in the house. They learned how to fly! Mission accomplished!