While I have a short sort of half-lull at the moment, though, I’m getting a quick update out there for your reading and viewing pleasure! To keep this overdue update under novel-length, I’ve picked a few of the cuter intakes to focus on; for this update we’ll avoid the less-pleasant situations we’ve had to deal with in the past month, other than to let everyone know that the kingbird who was the subject of a dedicated rant didn’t make it. The persistent diarrhea, combined with the crappy diet she’d been fed during the crucial formative stages of her little life, was just too much for her system to handle. We wormed her; we put her on meds; we tried everything possible. She was frustrated because the flight instinct was there but the ability was not thanks to that improperly healed wing. She was also losing weight rapidly even though she was being fed every 30-45 minutes for 14 hours a day. It became a quality of life issue, and when there’s nothing else I can do for my rehabs, I can give them a peaceful death. And yes, I’m still furious that this was necessary, as had the bird been with a qualified, licensed rehabber from the get-go, she might have had a chance at release.
I have so many recent releases of different species dropping by for handouts, however, that today I gave up trying to make sure I named off all species as I called them down for supplemental feedings. I now just yell for “various and sundry birdie-byes”. It works…trust me; it works. It’s like a scene from Hitchcock’s “The Birds.”