Quite a few intakes, releases, and the usual baby season insanity, so let’s dive right in...

The great horned owls were released Monday evening; as y’all can see from the release videos below, they wasted no time heading deep into the woods.

The brown thrasher and phoebe were released late in the week—no photos or video of their release.

Early in the week, a nestling cardinal came in, cat-attacked. I started him on meds and he seemed to be doing really well but died overnight.

Then a nestling grackle came in. For y’all who may not remember, grackles are among my favorite birds. The babies are awkward, ungainly-looking things; their voices aren’t pretty by a long shot...but they’re just so sweet. And they do grow up to be gorgeous adults.

Shortly after the grackle, a nestling blue jay came in, most likely dog-attacked. Dog saliva isn’t as deadly as cat saliva but there’s the risk of crushed bones so I wasn’t sure what internal injuries this fellow might have, but he was a very lucky little fellow. Again, most of y’all know I utterly adore corvids and blue jays are in the corvid family, so...look at this sweet baby!

By the end of the week, the grackle and jay were perching happily together.

Then this as-yet mystery hatchling came in. Birds this young don’t always do well in rehab, but I remain hopeful. So far he’s holding his own.

And the week ended with two pre-fledge cardinals who were NOT happy campers on arrival. They’ve since settled down a bit. Apparently their nest was blown out of a tree in a storm a couple of counties away.

A recently fledged red shoulder came in, emaciated and weak, and couldn’t even keep a slurry down. He died within 24 hours, despite regular small feedings that he nearly immediately threw back up. His throat was clear so I don’t suspect frounce, but he could have gotten into some sort of poison.

And a recently fledged osprey was quite literally DOA. The folks who brought him said they heard him call out and thrash around shortly before reaching LWR but rigor had already started setting in when he arrived only a few minutes later.

With the great horneds’ release, the barreds moved into the raptor flight, where late this week they all miserably failed a live prey test. I mean, totally failed—ignored the live prey altogether...We’ll try again later.

The formerly nestling screech is now a fledgling screech who just started totally self-feeding yesterday.

The adult screeches remain sulky and pissy—pretty typical screeches, in other words. No new photos of them.

No new photos of the fledgling red shoulder, either, because he’s bouncing off the walls and needs to be in a flight pen, but the mini-pen is occupied by the vultures, who are quite happy to have more room to move around. Look at the feathers coming in on those wings!

No, that’s not a mistake; sometimes headlines are just not forthcoming from my tired brain. Today I just think instead of spring fever I have early-onset summer malaise.

ANYway...on to the birds...

LWR had two new intakes last week: a nestling that I’m pretty sure is a mocker and a brown thrasher.

The nestling was found on someone’s front porch—no injuries but also no nest in sight and the homeowners either had outdoor cats themselves or had free-roaming cats in their neighborhood. The bird was started on antibiotics on intake, just in case we had a cat-attacked baby. Thus far he’s doing well but such young birds do have a tendency to appear to be thriving and then just crash, so we’ll see...

The brown thrasher is a fledgling and under normal circumstances the rule of thumb is to leave fledglings alone for their parents to finish their jobs. However...the callers indicated this bird had a broken leg—was dragging it behind him and couldn’t perch. Obviously, this called for intervention.

On intake, a quick exam revealed the leg was, in fact, NOT broken. The poor bird’s body was a series of massive ruptured air sacs, and one right at his hip had forced his leg straight out behind his body. As a reminder, birds have air sacs throughout their bodies; those and their hollow bones contribute to their ability to fly. When trauma—a cat attack or a fall from a nest—occurs, these air sacs can rupture and the escaped air migrates to the skin surface, forming what look like air-filled blisters called subcutaneous emphysema. If the “blisters” aren’t in locations likely to cause the bird problems, they can just be left alone and will eventually deflate on their own. This poor fellow needed intervention, though, so I manually deflated his “blisters” and within an hour he was able to perch again, as his leg was no longer pushed out into an awkward position.

Typical sweet brown thrasher, he’s adjusted well to his new digs.

He was joined by the phoebe, who’s now perching and fluttering those wings as hard as she can, but she hasn’t attempted flight yet. Bless her little heart, she's not the most photogenic phoebe I've ever had--every photo of her seems to be at an awkward or unflattering angle.

The great horneds are slated for release early this week; no photos of them from last week, as they’ve been completely uncooperative. Hopefully we’ll have good release videos next week.

The barreds will move into the large raptor flight once the great horneds are out; they really need the extra space to build up their flight muscles before their release in a few weeks.

Once the mini-pen is empty of barreds, the vultures will go in it. They’re starting to pin out on their wings and tails!

The red shoulder is proving to be a high-strung, picky eater so he’ll stay inside until he’s self-feeding consistently.

The adult screeches are showing more signs of life now that they can hear the nestling screech calling, and sometimes it sounds like one of them is attempting soothing sounds toward him; he’s not self-feeding yet, though, so I’m reluctant to place him in with them. Below is his typical pose when not demanding food. Again, for those who may not remember, young owls just sorta fall forward face-first to sleep. The progression below is: a) Eyes open as he senses his box open; b) Looks up at me like “WHAT?” c) “Go away; I’m sleepy.”

And a final note: In an ongoing effort to “convince” me to pay for features I don’t need and will never utilize, Weebly keeps “relocating” blog comments awaiting approval. I’ve found their latest hiding spot and approved all pending comments, and tried to at least briefly respond to each one.

Nah, not much of a size difference there at all, right?

This little hummer nestling came in Tuesday after having been close to 24 hours without food. He was weak and lethargic but ate well, pooped normally and seemed to perk up considerably by lights out, so I had high hopes for his survival.

Sadly, he died during the night. I was really hoping, given his overall improvement after intake, that he had a chance...

The nestling phoebe who came in the same day, however, is thriving, although she doesn't look like it here; she was raising her little butt up to poop over the side of her nest!

And just today, this sweet little screech came in after falling some 40 feet after an apparent rat snake raid on his nest. There don’t appear to be any injuries; he cast a pellet while en route to LWR, which is a good sign his parents had fed him recently, and he ate well on arrival. However, he’s not pooped yet and he’s a bit lethargic, so...we’ll see what the night brings...

The woodpeckers and house finch were released and wasted no time skedaddling.

The adult screeches are still sulking big time about being back inside—I mean, sit-in-the-corner-with-your-lips-poked-out sulking. (Okay, stop being so literal; I know birds don’t actually have lips—it’s a figure of speech. Yeesh!)

All six barreds are finally perching!

The great horneds really need to pass the live prey test so I can release them and move the barreds into a larger flight. The Three Stooges seldom perch near each other anymore; I’d walked in to feed them and startled them into occupying the same perch at least until I left the flight.

If the red shoulder didn’t have the standard red shoulder mouth (I mean, he only shuts up at night!) I’d swear he was a Coop, because he acts slightly psychotic. As you can see...

And the vultures, although you can’t see it in photos yet, are starting to feather out on those stubby little wings. I made the mistake of giving them a favorite vulture treat last night, and they didn’t eat it all before lights out. When I walked into the rehab room this morning, my sinuses were cleared and my eyes purely burned and watered.  Oooh, it reeked, for hours after I cleaned up the leftovers... They won’t get that treat again till they’re in an outside pen!

Yup, what used to be an every three or four year occurrence now is a nearly-every-year event—and sometimes a couple of times a year.  This one came from Burke County and was seen hitting a power line. His wing was pretty messed up. I got the call about him from DNR late Wednesday, and they told me they’d have him to me early Thursday morning, so I immediately contacted vet Peggy Hobby of Smalley’s Animal Hospital to alert her to an incoming bald eagle. I then contacted volunteer transporters Joy and Doug Daniels; Doug was available to transport the bird to Auburn’s Southeastern Raptor Center.

DNR arrived right on time with the eagle. I didn’t even do a cursory exam; loaded him up in the car and let Peggy know I was en route. Once at Smalley’s we examined the wing more closely and x-rayed it. There were no fractures but extensive soft tissue damage...and maggots. Peggy treated for the maggots, we weighed him—7 lb, 15 oz—and then boxed him back up and I took him back home for Doug to pick him up and head to Auburn. They’ve not updated their website to include him yet, so no updates since his arrival there.

The same day the eagle came in, a fish crow came in with a massively bruised and swollen wing. I was pretty sure it was broken but it was still such a fresh wound that I couldn’t tell how badly. At the moment, it’s looking like a joint fracture, or pretty close to the joint. He’ll need x-rays early in the week to confirm.

And that night, Joy and Doug once again proved they’re worth their weight in gold by picking up a nestling red shoulder and delivering him to LWR. He quickly let me know the next morning that he was around and hungry. Red shoulders are...ummm...quite vocal. About everything.

And then this sweet little nestling of as-yet undetermined species came in after his nest was blown from a tree in high winds and his three sibs killed. Unfortunately he was covered with the inappropriate diet his finders fed him all night.

Three things here, y’all:

1. Most birds don’t eat at night.
2. DON’T feed birds unless under the direction of a rehabber.
3. IF you feed birds, clean them up! Would you allow a human baby to have food all over its head, eyes and mouth? Then WHY would you allow a baby of any other species to marinate in its food?

We’re still in the cleanup phase; it has to be done a little at a time so the poor baby doesn’t get stressed or chilled. But he does look somewhat better now and is gaping and eating well for the moment.

As for older guests at the LWR B&B, the great horneds are pretty much ready for release as soon as they pass the live prey test.

The barred quartet all finally started perching and with the red shoulder intake, the two younger barreds had to go into the min-pen, as well, where the smaller of the two hid behind his larger sib, who gave a pretty impressive little threat display before settling down a bit. They're still not perching.

The woodpeckers and house finch are pretty much good to go; no photos of the finch this week, as she won’t be still long enough these days.

Also no new pix of the screeches, as they’re doing nothing but sulking after being brought back inside to allow the barreds to go into the mini-pen.

The vultures, however, are just as cute as ever!

Yep, two more nestling barred owls came in early in the week. The tree their nest was in fell and there was initially some concern that they might be injured, but they’re just fine. Thanks to volunteer transporter Joy Daniels for picking them up late at night and her husband Doug for getting to me the next day. They make a good team!

The adult barred who came in Monday wasn’t as lucky; his wing was trashed beyond repair and he was euthanized humanely.

It wasn’t a good week for songbird nestlings, either: Of the five that came in, only two are still with us. A late-nestling house finch was DOA, as was a small warbler of indeterminate species, a fledgling titmouse and a grackle. The poor grackle had a serious pelvic fracture and I debated whether, since he was young and his bones were still growing, it might be fixable but he died within hours of intake, rendering my internal debate moot.

The two survivors are still iffy, as they’re hatchlings—and I do mean hatchlings; they’d probably just hatched when some jackass homeowner trimmed his trees and dumped the branches at a trash collection center in a neighboring county. Because he even made a mess of that, the woman working the center went to clean up the limbs he left on the ground and found these two babies with remnants of their eggshells. She spent the day trying to locate a rehabber and then had a friend bring them to LWR. Based on the eggshells found with them, I’m fairly certain they’re cardinals. Thus far they’re doing well but hatchlings are very fragile and prone to do well for a day or two and then crash. So...we’ll see...And just let me add, on a very personal note, there’s a special place in hell for anyone who’d deliberately dump helpless babies like that, after destroying their home.

The original barred quartet are now in the mini-pen; the screeches had to come back in for a while so the barreds could have room to spread their wings.

These are photos of the screeches before I moved them back inside.

The woodpeckers are growing like weeds.

The house finch is perching now but refusing to self-feed just yet.

The great horneds are still not quite ready for live-prey testing, but we’re getting there.

And the black vulture babies remain utterly adorable. And greedy. I believe they give the great horneds a run for the money in the “bottomless pit” department!