Every now and then, when I’m out and about, I come across a bird that’s lying on ground, stunned, having hit a window. I quickly snatch it into my hands so a preying cat doesn’t pounce on it. Then I hold it until it’s ready to fly again. Only once, did one of my birds …
… eventually die. My little bird (below) spent about a hour under my care, slowly, slowly recuperating before she flew away. First her eyes opened and started to blink, then she started to hold her head up on her own, and then her grip came back. I tried to put her on a low branch, but she wasn’t ready yet and fell off. Eventually, she flew off strong and steady.
Paul McCartney’s song Bluebird was on my mind.
Late at night when the wind is still
I’ll come flying through your door,
And you’ll know what love is for.
I’m a bluebird, I’m a bluebird
I’m a bluebird, l’m a bluebird
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I’m a bluebird, I’m a bluebird,
I’m a bluebird
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Touch your lips with a magic kiss
And you’ll be a bluebird too,
And you’ll know what love can do.
I’m a bluebird, l’m a bluebird
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wake up little bird!
I love your photos of the Pygmy Nuthatch! We have a huge tribe of them living in a large concrete birdhouse in one of our enormous pine trees. They always have a LOT to say, and are very busy and self assured! I’m so glad you rescued this one and gave it a chance at life! Well done!