A few days ago, we went on a family walk. Iain and I trudged on a bit farther to go to one of his favourite “quiet” places, and came upon this little guy on the road. When we approached him, he fluttered to the side of the road, but he didn’t look great and had some feathers missing. I suspected he had hit a windshield. I easily caught him, then held him in my cupped hand, and walked a km home with him happily peering through my fingers. At home, we let him cool off for a couple of hours with food and water in our cage (make sure Myrt sees this mom ;-) ..), then once he perked up, we set him free out by the pond.
This little bird is a male yellow warbler, and as well as being very bright, was completely unafraid of the whole procedure. We could put our hands in the cage and ask him to “step up” and he would hop up on our finger! It was remarkable.
In the cage once we arrived home:
Letting T.J. go in the evening:
A couple of last pictures in the bushes by the pond:
We haven’t seen him since, but we hope he sticks around. Even if we don’t see him again, this special visit by such an incredibly brave, friendly little bird was a real gift.
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