Yesterday a bird hit my window in the late afternoon which always makes me sad.I went out to move her and of course she wasn't dead, which about broke me. She was so twisted around and breathing so hard I didn't want to watch her suffer.
I picked her up, put her in a box and put the box in the bathroom (my only room with a closing door), and put a space heater in there to keep her warm just in case. For at least the 100th time wished I was qualified to euthanize injured wildlife.
Around 10pm I got home and went into the bathroom - assuming I was disposing of a body. First I noticed the bird poop on the floor and finally I found her - all puffed up and sound asleep next to my mirror.
I decided to let her sleep in the bathroom and in the morning if she was still kicking around I would take her up to the wildlife rescue so they could check her over for breaks, etc.
By morning I had a situation. :) She was singing away in the bathroom and the cats were having an absolute meltdown. This will be the third bird I have put in the bathroom and it just devastates them. It would have been nice if she put a little silencer on her tweeting.
So I went in with her, realized she was flying, singing and pooping and all her friends were up for the morning and she probably didn't need to go to wildlife rehab - not to mention I have a lot to learn should I ever get educated in euthanizing. I was going to catch her but knew it would just been traumatic for both of us so while she hopped around and tweeted, I struggled with a window that never opens.
Finally she was able to hop by me and fly out to the nearest tree.
(After some looking around I believe she is a golden-crowned sparrow - the problem being that she was puffed up until morning and I didn't get a photo of her with her feathers all in order which actually looked fairly different).
