Saturday, November 17, 2007

Meet Emmitt, our new pal at Casa Diane. Some how, he managed to fly to the second story deck yesterday while I was at work, and then injure himself so he couldn't fly away. He came to our attention when he hopped into the kitchen and then scurried back outside.

Apparently, he had hurt one of his wings; he could get a couple feet of height but that was it. He was very quick on his feet, however, so didn't seem to be otherwise ill. In fact, he was quick enough to escape being caught in a towel.

What to do? I closed off the doors to the deck so the dogs wouldn't bug him (or in Hanna's case, eat him), and I put out bird seed and water in low dishes. As night time fell, I wasn't sure if he'd be warm enough, so I put an old t-shirt in the corner. All I could find on the internet was the suggestion to catch injured birds with a towel, then put them in a covered box with airholes and a towel. The plan was to see if he could recover overnight, and if not, another attempt to catch him and release him in the Lantana jungle downstairs where lots of sparrows live, and where he could find shelter until he heals.

But I was pleased to find that he was gone this morning, apparently having healed enough to fly away . . . Emmitt we hardly knew ye!

And the roses are in bloom!


Blogger sage said...

You are a kind soul, Diane. Thanks for introducing us to Emmitt.

7:27 AM  
Blogger prettykitty said...

good thing you didn't follow that suggestion from the internet. my sister and i did that, and we gave the poor bird a heart attack. the next day, we found it stiff as a board with a look of fright on it's face. poor thing.

i'm glad your story has happier ending.

9:17 AM  
Blogger EditThis said...

You're so funny, naming him and worrying over him. I'm glad he toughed out the cold night and made off in the morning.

11:10 AM  
Blogger Diane said...

sage - thank you. I can't think of a nicer compliment

kitty - me too!

edit - you won't be surprised to learn that on every trip to Petco I gaze longingly at the birds and rodents.

7:01 AM  
Blogger Rick Bylina said...

Good thing is was a sparrow and not a condor. Birds are always hitting our glass, so we have an assortment of things hung to remind them that this is glass.

Secretly through, Emmitt probably went to tell his buddies how to get a free meal and drink just by tapping on your window. Birds are sneaky that way.

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8:41 AM  
Blogger LA said...

Did you name the birdie after Emmitt Smith?

9:19 PM  

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