Barbarossa
05-08-2006, 11:53 AM
I saved the life of a blackbird yesterday. :01:
Well, I had to really, because it was my fault it got hurt. I left the door open at the side of the house, and the blackbird failed to notice the pane of glass between him and the end of the alleyway. :dabs:
Here is the blackbird, minutes after the impact:
http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/604/p10100567mk.jpg
When it first happened, it was flapping around on the ground like a spazzmatazz, and I thought it was really hurt, but when it had quieted down a bit I picked it up and checked it over, and it seemed OK but was obviously very unnerved by the fact that it had hit some solid air whilst flying.
Anyway, the RSPB man said it might have concussion, so to just put it somewhere quiet and see if it flies away.
Here it is on the quiet bird-table. I was lucky a passing eagle or something didn't come down and snaffle it. :dabs:
http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/7625/p10100575iv.jpg
Things got a bit worse for it when the sun came out, as it sort of wilted, and its beak came to rest on the ground, so I thought I'd better put it in some shady place. Anyway, when it saw me try and grab it, it panicked and tried to fly again, and flew straight into the fence. :dabs:
So when I'd recovered it from the floor, I put it in a shady part of the garden, where it stayed for about 2 hours.
It was visited by a passing pigeon, who said "sup", but he didn't want to talk to the pigeon, so hid behind a plant-pot.
Then it was spotted by a lady blackbird, who came down, called it a lazy motherfucker, and tried to peck it. She chased it round the garden, and behind another shrub. He seemed happy enough just hopping about, he just didn't have the inclination to fly again, incase there was any more of that solid air floating about :emo:
I think he was having an emo sulk, actually.
Anyway, then I lost track of it, but about 4 hours later he was still just hopping, and he'd managed to grab a worm for dinner, so that was OK. Then it went dark, and we saw him no more. :(
But this morning, a bedraggled looking blackbird was flying happily, if a little shakily, between the two fences on the side of the garden, and if it wasn't the same blackbird, then it was a remarkably similar one. (You know, orange beak, black feathers, wings, tail, etc)
So we think there was a happy ending. :01:
Well, I had to really, because it was my fault it got hurt. I left the door open at the side of the house, and the blackbird failed to notice the pane of glass between him and the end of the alleyway. :dabs:
Here is the blackbird, minutes after the impact:
http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/604/p10100567mk.jpg
When it first happened, it was flapping around on the ground like a spazzmatazz, and I thought it was really hurt, but when it had quieted down a bit I picked it up and checked it over, and it seemed OK but was obviously very unnerved by the fact that it had hit some solid air whilst flying.
Anyway, the RSPB man said it might have concussion, so to just put it somewhere quiet and see if it flies away.
Here it is on the quiet bird-table. I was lucky a passing eagle or something didn't come down and snaffle it. :dabs:
http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/7625/p10100575iv.jpg
Things got a bit worse for it when the sun came out, as it sort of wilted, and its beak came to rest on the ground, so I thought I'd better put it in some shady place. Anyway, when it saw me try and grab it, it panicked and tried to fly again, and flew straight into the fence. :dabs:
So when I'd recovered it from the floor, I put it in a shady part of the garden, where it stayed for about 2 hours.
It was visited by a passing pigeon, who said "sup", but he didn't want to talk to the pigeon, so hid behind a plant-pot.
Then it was spotted by a lady blackbird, who came down, called it a lazy motherfucker, and tried to peck it. She chased it round the garden, and behind another shrub. He seemed happy enough just hopping about, he just didn't have the inclination to fly again, incase there was any more of that solid air floating about :emo:
I think he was having an emo sulk, actually.
Anyway, then I lost track of it, but about 4 hours later he was still just hopping, and he'd managed to grab a worm for dinner, so that was OK. Then it went dark, and we saw him no more. :(
But this morning, a bedraggled looking blackbird was flying happily, if a little shakily, between the two fences on the side of the garden, and if it wasn't the same blackbird, then it was a remarkably similar one. (You know, orange beak, black feathers, wings, tail, etc)
So we think there was a happy ending. :01: