The miraculous news for the past week is the frouncy red shoulder has made a full recovery! If you’ll recall, last week he couldn’t stand on intake, was rail-thin, and his mouth and throat were a frouncy mess. He’s now self-feeding, full of red shoulder attitude, and will be releasable as soon as he puts a little meat on his bones!
The younger jay, however, still wants to beg for food from the martin—none of the other birds in the flight, just the martin. Go figure. I’ve tried to catch this on video, as it’s pretty hysterical, but the uncooperative rascal has a sixth sense about when I’m about to video and will stop his silly antics until I put the camera away…
Eurasian collared doves are larger than mourning doves but I’ve never seen aggression between the two species. This beauty came in with a broken wing and since the fracture was obviously close to the joint, my plan was to euthanize her. That was before she flew halfway across the room when I reached in to pick her up for euthanasia. Any bird with a wing fracture that can still manage that kind of flight deserves a chance. We can always euthanize later if need be, but once it’s done you can’t take it back.
Bless their hearts, young grackles ain’t got much goin’ for ‘em. They don’t have pretty voices; they’re butt-ugly babies; as fledglings they look like they survived an attempted scalping…But once they reach adulthood, they clean up real nice (aside from the voice—ain’t no helpin’ that voice)!