Mixing up the order of the header, let’s start with the bad news. Apparently this is my year to be lethal to Carolina wrens, as all four of last week’s new babies either died or had to be euthanized. And my poor mystery birds, who turned out to be barn swallows, fared just as badly, with only one of them still with me today. Normally I have an 80-90% release rate for both species, and I’ve not changed my protocol for handling them, so I have no clue what’s going on. I just know it sucks, big time—and that’s putting it mildly.
I’m happy to report that she’s compensating like a pro, flying and perching with no problems whatsoever.
I haven’t mentioned the possums in a couple of updates, mainly because there’s not a lot to say at the moment. They’re possums; they eat, sleep and poop…sometimes I think all three in nearly equal amounts. Because these two were old enough to lap formula on their own when they came in, my job was made somewhat easier: all I have to do is make sure they have fresh food, formula, and water daily, as opposed to feedings every four hours. The flip side of that is a lack of photos, as they tend to stay in their little hideout during the day. The other day they were both near enough the entrance that I could see their faces, so…we have a recent photo of the possums now!
To be honest, I didn’t hold out much hope for him, but I began feeding him the proper food, gave him a short bath to remove the worst of the crud covering his feathers, dried him off, put him on low heat, and hoped for the best.