And speaking of fundraising, it’s going well; in one week, we’ve raised $839, but donations have slowed. The running total on FundRazr shows less than this, because some donations have come in outside FundRazr. Early on, out-of-state donations were a clear leader, but Georgia residents met the challenge, and at this point, out-of-state donations only narrowly top in-state ones, so c’mon, Georgia folks!
However…the cat-attacked tanager with the coracoid fracture is doing great! Her wing still droops noticeably but it’s not hindering her attempts at flight. Thus far, she’s doing what every fledgling first does: short flits and gliding to the ground or a low perch.
The family that brought him was a bit disappointed, I think, that I wouldn’t allow them to see “all the other birds” I currently had. Folks, by the terms of my state and federal permits, I cannot allow the public access to the birds slated for release. Rehabbers don’t run petting zoos; we go to great lengths to keep the wildlife under our care WILD. Otherwise, its chances of release and survival in the wild are nonexistent—and that would defeat the very purpose of what we do.
The cat-attacked tanager, who adores bathing. I mean, adores it. Last thing last night, she was in the water, splashing away. First thing this morning—before even eating—she was back in the water!
So these three may stay inside just a wee bit longer than necessary…
And his tale is almost an entire update of itself!
I’d planned to combine a food run for him with his pickup, so I ran just a few miles up the road to a newly-opened fish market, sure that they’d have culls and scraps that I could get—or plenty of fish to choose from, at the very least. Wrong! There were almost no fish on display, and the person running the place spoke very little English and I couldn’t get him to understand what I needed, even after I took him to the car and showed him the bird I needed the fish for.
Meanwhile, I have songbirds at home who are about to miss a feeding, because this should’ve been a quick bird pickup and run for food…
So…off to the local Kroger, where I make a mad dash between leisurely shoppers as I beeline to the Meat & Fish counter. Great! They had what I needed, but not enough…I asked the lovely lady running the counter, Teneshia, if she had more in stock and quickly explained what I needed it for.
“Oh, the poor baby! You hang on; I’ll get you some more right now!” As she started back, I hesitantly asked if I could also get a pair of food-handling gloves so I could feed him ASAP. “Of course! Here ya go!” She handed me several pair of gloves.
In less than 5 minutes she had more fish prepared for me to feed the heron chick. Kroger has a gem in Teneshia!
Pay for the fish, race out to the car, which I’d left locked and running (just doing my part to contribute to global warming…), open the back door, glove up, rip into a package of fish and begin tearing off chunks to feed this now-screaming heron chick.
It dawned on me later what a sight that must’ve been: sun’s broiling; car’s running; AC’s blasting; I’m standing at the driver-side back door, head in the car, butt in the air, tearing off bite-size chunks of raw fish while hungry screams emanate from inside the car…
But hey, within minutes, hungry screams became contented peeps. (And yes, as I hauled butt home to feed the now-screaming songbirds, I took time to call Kroger and sing Teneshia’s praises to the manager!)