Extreme content? What do I mean? I mean *sob* every. damn. bird. currently in the songbird flight refuses to leave. All 14 of them just…sit there.
Well, to be fair, three of them did leave, one—one of the great crested flycatchers—long enough for me to snap a great release photo and get a lovely video…
So this week, it looks like the landlord’s gonna have to evict some freeloading tenants.
We did have a couple of actual releases this week: the crow and the hummer. The hummer dilly-dallied till I was sure it wasn’t gonna happen and shut off the camera and reached to close the cage door—and THEN, of course, he zoomed right past my hand and up into the trees. No sign of him since.
The swallow was joined a day later by a fledgling house finch who was found near the dog runs of another county’s Animal Control. No parents or sibs in sight, so off to LWR for Sir Finch.
The two had no problems nesting together—rehab makes for unusual bedfellows sometimes!
The people who found this mallard duckling after a storm said he was floating along, exhausted and about to drown. Fortunately, they did hear his frantic peeps and scooped him up. Mallards aren’t nearly as stressy as wood ducks, and this little fellow inhaled the food he was offered this afternoon, so that’s a good sign.
How can you tell a mallard duckling from a wood duckling? Easier than you’d think. See the dark stripe behind this guy’s eye? It extends past his eye to his bill. Mallard. In wood ducklings, the stripe stops behind the eye.
Why am I telling you all this? To give you a heads-up: fundraiser on the horizon! I hope to have it organized by the weekend, if not before.