GAWD, I’m not even sure where to begin…For starters, LWR passed the century mark in intakes by the end of May. There are birds in every conceivable space and more just came in.
Two of the three cardinals were released last week; we have one stubborn holdout, and the brown thrasher also refuses to leave, preferring to hang out with the older one awaiting a molt to grow in new flight feathers.
The fourth mocker is slightly larger than crap food guy; he just came in today and I haven’t had a chance to get photos.
The puncture-wound dove isn’t looking likely for flight. I was hopeful that no tendons or ligaments had been damaged but she’s in the songbird flight and as yet unable to fly.
A young loon, not yet in breeding plumage, came in; his rescuer was convinced his legs were broken. Nope, loons’ legs are located waaay back on their bodies. They can’t walk at all on land, and they’re such heavy birds they require a water “runway” to even gain flight. This guy was observed for 24 hours after intake and released. He was a happy camper to be back on water!
This bird, a fledgling orchard oriole, was lucky enough to be at an age where a bad diet did less damage than it would’ve in a nestling. He’s still lighter than I’d like, not from lack of food but I’m afraid his bones aren’t as dense as they should be. In other words, he was on the verge of being another MBD victim. Good nutrition seems to’ve made the difference, though, and Mr. Lightweight is in the songbird flight now, as well.
Unlike songbirds, raptors don’t play well together. They eat each other. So while the songbird flight can have multiple species co-existing in relative peace, the raptor flight can only house one species at a time.
The screech is finally doing some self-feeding, although he still expects some degree of hand-feeding—meaning at this point literally handing him the food and letting him do the rest. He also is pretty much ready for the flight pen…