High drama in the a.m. yesterday…
The kids discovered a bird sitting and shaking on our back patio. He looked like a goldfinch, only a bit more brown. So maybe a Colorado goldfinch? (How do I know about ‘dem goldfinches? I’m from New Jersey – where the Goldfinch is the state bird. No, I am NOT bustin’ yer chops. Me and my cousin Vinny know from state birds).
I suspected he ran into the sliding glass door, but from the look of the backwards foot & bright red eye on its right side, it had WAY more wrong than a run-in with the sliding glass door could account for. And with the 90 degree heat beating down on him, he was fading fast.
To Sissy, the girl who wants to be a vet, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. She sprang into action – poking holes in a shoebox, lining it with paper towels and adding a smidge of water in the lid of an old spaghetti jar for good measure. The final step was hoisting the bird up-and-in but I insisted she put on some disposable craft gloves (beat THAT, Martha Stewart!!) to stand between her and a possible case of avian flu.
Mission accomplished and the hubby and kids flew out of the house (tee hee hee – pun intended. Get it? FLEW?!?? Beat THAT, Martha Stewart!!!) on their way to the Bird Rescue.
Per the kids, the final report from Bird Rescue was:
- The bird was a male, lesser goldfinch [interesting]
- He had a head injury – most likely from running into in the patio door, thus the red eye and snaggle foot [bad]
- There was a herd of MASSIVE squirrels (and a HUMONGO crow) on the Bird Rescue premises [Also bad. Very bad. I’m pretty sure I know where all of the birds “go” that don’t survive their head injuries. And it’s NOT fed to the…uh…FISHES, New Jersey Style, if ya know what I mean wink, wink.]
- I knew all of this already. I didn’t need no stinkin’ Bird Rescue to tell ME what’s what! [‘cept for that part about the squirrels. And the crow. That’s just weird. But when you’re located in Colorado and lack for water – and “fishes” – you’s gotta get creative, if you’s know whadImean.] That’s just a roundabout way of saying that I could TOTALLY get a job at Bird Rescue. In fact, I’m going to put them down as one-of-my-5-requisite-job-resources which the Emergency Unemployment Office makes me note weekly. [good!]