We have a visitor, unexpected, but welcome nonetheless.
Yesterday, around suppertime, there was a *thud-crash-thump* as this little fellow came to an abrupt halt headfirst against the big picture window. I found him lying on his back, flapping one wing, looking extremely dazed. We deposited him in a bowl on some paper towels, but as the impact-shock wore off, it became apparent that his wing is injured. Some quick research suggests he (or she; I don’t know how to tell!) is a Pine Siskin, a very common bird in these parts, and a member of the finch family. I fixed him up a little bird apartment in a cardboard box, complete with two low perches (a pencil and a chopstick,) caps full of bird seed and water, and also a rock to help get up onto the perch.
He spent the night, and is very alert and chirpy this morning, but still unable to fly. I’ve put in a call to the local “wild-bird rescue lady,” and am hoping she will call back soon. Otherwise I’m going to get attached to the little guy! He has a sweet voice, and has been serenading me for the past hour or so.
(This is how I ended up with the nickname “Loribird,” by the way. As a kid I made a habit of dragging home all the fallen-fledglings and victims of housecat-hunts, and trying to nurse them back to health…)