The Carolina wrens have dropped in number; there are three left. For some reason, I seldom have a full nest of Caros make it, so while I’m not happy about losing two babies, it is almost a given that it’s gonna happen. These three seem to be doing well, though, so fingers crossed for them. Carolina wrens are stressy little birds.
On the bright side, the six older finches were all released this weekend, after a week of daily rain delayed their release to the point that they were as eager to go as I was for them to go. They flew the coop and didn’t look back. I managed one shot of the last one to leave.
At any rate, both thrashers are doing fine, other than not being able to decide if they like or hate each other. Sometimes they’re cuddled together; other times they’re at opposite corners of the cage. They’ve been given some water and “big bird” food. So far they play with the mealworms but they do know what the bath water’s for!
At any rate, the RT isn’t lookin’ real good. His legs dangle limply but do respond when tested for feeling, so…we’re trying a little anti-inflammatory to see if maybe there’s just swelling compressing the nerves. My gut says we have an unfixable spinal injury, but I’m not willing to give up on the guy without a fight.