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.
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!
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 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!
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