Hope y’all’re enjoying your quarantine Easter; for me it’s pretty much business as usual, pandemic or not.
The cat-attacked mourning dove continues to recuperate nicely. She’s feeling great and refuses to accept that she can’t fly with most of the flight feathers missing on one wing. This makes freshening her food and water interesting, to say the least.
The cat-attacked mourning dove continues to recuperate nicely. She’s feeling great and refuses to accept that she can’t fly with most of the flight feathers missing on one wing. This makes freshening her food and water interesting, to say the least.
The red tail in the mini-pen will be moved to the raptor flight this week; she needs some space to test that wing.
The red tail who came in last Sunday with suspected capillaria required euthanasia. He had a great appetite but wasn’t gaining any weight, he refused to even attempt to stand after the first couple of days, and he got progressively more lethargic. When I walked in to hand-feed him his morning mice and found him near-comatose with ice-cold legs and feet, I knew it was time to call it on the poor fellow.
Late last Sunday yet another possum came in, this one cat-attacked. She’s doing great, although she’s quite stubborn. She’s old enough to nibble at mealworms and soft solids but she refuses to touch anything but her formula.
Late last Sunday yet another possum came in, this one cat-attacked. She’s doing great, although she’s quite stubborn. She’s old enough to nibble at mealworms and soft solids but she refuses to touch anything but her formula.
Mid-week four hatchlings came in. The finders saw them on the ground the previous afternoon, made a makeshift nest, and put it in the tree closest to where they found the hatchlings. Smart thinking, and this approach will often work. In this case, however, when they checked the makeshift nest the next day it was obvious the parents hadn’t been feeding the babies, so the finders called LWR and instituted emergency warming and feeding measures per my instructions till they could get the babies to me that afternoon. Two babies didn’t survive the night; the other two are doing well, and I’m cautiously optimistic as their eyes begin to open. They appear to be Carolina wrens.
And Thursday night a caller reported capturing six wood ducklings after seeing them chased by a feral cat in the local Wal-Mart parking lot. She brought them to LWR the next morning; one of them died within 12 hours of arrival. The other five seem to be doing well; with wood ducks, stressy little birds that they are, I’m never certain they’ll survive till they’re actually released.
Yeah, the camera focused on their "mama."
The local barn swallows are busily building a new nest; the bluebirds have eggs in the nest; the Carolina wrens’ babies in the bluebird box near the mini-pen just hatched this morning, and the chickadees in the third bluebird box have babies as of Wednesday. It’s baby season!
And here in Georgia, we’re battening down the hatches, as we’re expecting severe weather tonight into early tomorrow morning…The fun never ends…
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