Starting with some good news, the fledgling warbler recovering from the wing fracture that should have precluded any type of flight, whom I finally decided was probably a pine warbler, was flight-tested in the songbird flight—as if that was really necessary, given the frequency of her escapes and flights around the rehab room the week before Easter—and showed not even a hint of wonky flight. She was subsequently released.
When this cat-attacked grackle’s x-rays showed no fractures in a swollen wing, Peggy and I were delighted. Grackles have lousy personalities and even worse songs, but they’re strikingly beautiful birds. He’d been brought in within hours of the attack and started on meds immediately, but within 24 hours he’d died, despite our efforts.