These house finches were almost ready to fledge when their nest was found in a tractor trailer that was headed to Parts North.  Finches are sweet little birds but can be stubborn about eating at this age. Fortunately, the little runt, last hatched and smaller than his sibs, is a rabble rouser—when he starts begging for food, no one wants to be left out!

Today people at a local business pulled a twig from the grille of one of their delivery trucks that hadn’t been used in a while, and this nest of Carolina wrens fell out. The nest was pretty much destroyed, and the business needed the truck, so they called LWR within an hour of finding the wrens.

I had just mentioned to a fellow rehabber the morning this influx started that I felt like I was walking around with my shoulders hunched, waiting for the blow, and sure enough, the “baby boom” began!

The mocker has been released but is still coming down for supplemental feedings. While he can be irritating at times as he sits 20 feet above me begging for food, it doesn’t take him long to figure out that he’s gotta come closer if he wants anything from me.

This sweet juvenile mourning dove came in after being attacked by a cat. Fortunately, the wound was minor and a short course of antibiotics ensured no infection set in from the cat saliva. As I’ve mentioned before, cat saliva is designed to break down flesh, so antibiotics are a necessity for any wildlife rescued from cats.

The best solution if you don’t want your cats killing birds is to keep your cats indoors. I have cats, and because I love my cats and my birds, the cats stay inside. They’re safer and healthier, and the birds around my yard have one less source of predation to worry about. Cats can decimate a songbird population, folks. I can’t stress it enough: Cats belong inside!!

The dove has also been released—no shots of the release, as she took off like a shot as soon as I offered her the option. I didn’t even have time to attempt to focus the camera on her!

We’re still not quite sure what was going on with this great blue heron (GBH). He came in because the people who found him thought his wing was broken, but an exam by Shelley Baumann of Smalley’s Animal Hospital proved otherwise. 

After a couple of days’ R&R at the LWR bed and breakfast—and more fish than any one bird should legally be allowed to consume—he was also released. I’ve had other GBHs come in in the past who also seemed to just need a few days of regular meals and were then good to go.

He was amazingly tolerant of being handled but was quick to disappear upon release. I did manage one fairly good shot of him before he left, though.

Beaver Butt continues to find new ways to be a brat; his latest is to knock his water dish over, resulting in minor flooding in his storage tub “den”, which I’m lining with puppy pads to absorb most of the spillage. This shot is in front of the rehab tub as he awaits his swim. Note the towel, because he’s also figured out how to get out of the tub on his own and leave a trail of water all down the hallway as he waddles out, sopping wet, in search of me.

He’s also beginning to slap the water with his tail when he’s swimming. I’ve yet to actually witness this, but I hear it and find the watery evidence on my floor. The stubborn little snot refuses to do it while I’m watching, camera at the ready.

And finally, one of those instances where I’m delighted to be proven wrong. Some of you may remember the female Eastern bluebird who came into LWR in February of this year. If you’ll recall, I posted a photo of her wing x-ray, showing a jumbled mess of broken bones between the shoulder and the elbow. It was our considered opinion that she’d never fly again, and I’d been waiting to see how she might pan out as an educational bird, but she adamantly refused to trust me…

Yesterday while I was cleaning her cage, she flew out. Wait—read that again. Never mind, I’ll repeat it. SHE FLEW OUT. She then proceeded to fly all around the rehab area. It wasn’t pretty flight, but a) she wasn’t supposed to ever fly again and b) she’d been confined for three months on the assumption that she was nonflighted.

Today she went into the flight pen, where she’s happily flitting about in short bursts as she regains her stamina. Once she’s had sufficient time to build her strength back up, I’ll be releasing her. Sometimes being proven wrong puts the biggest grin on your face…

The poor little gosling, who really shouldn’t have survived overnight, was a happy albeit slow little fellow for two days before succumbing to numerous issues related to his difficult hatch, discussed at length last week.

We received two more possums, who as of this writing are doing quite well. And yes, I’m aware there’s only one in the photo. They refuse to cooperate  and stay close enough together for a decent shot of both. They’re at the age to lap formula from a shallow dish, in addition to eating various soft foods, so I rarely see them out of their hideout during the day. They have healthy appetites, though—the food I place in their cage near dusk is nearly all gone the next morning!

Earlier this week, LWR received two hatchling barn owls. One was found on the ground covered with maggot eggs and with active maggots in his beak; the other, younger by about 5 days, was still in the nest. (Barn owls stagger their egg-laying so the babies hatch up to 5 days apart.)  Both were ice cold and crying piteously for food. We have no idea what happened to the parents or any other possible sibs.

Barnies require special skills that I quite frankly don’t possess yet, so I called Steve Hicks of Bubba & Friends while I was cleaning him to arrange a transfer for the next morning. After cleaning the older sib for two hours, I finally had him egg- and maggot-free. Once they were both good and warm, I offered small bits of food laced liberally with rehydrating solution. They were able to keep it down, but the older sib then pooped a nasty, smelly poop and threw up more live maggots. I was on the phone with Steve later that night, discussing the birds’ condition, when the older sib died.  The younger sib made it through the night but died en route to  Bubba & Friends the next morning.

Rehabbers remind ourselves frequently that in Nature’s eyes these animals are dead the moment a human can touch them. We attempt to give them a second chance at life, and about half the time, we succeed. This is my mantra, but sometimes—this week, especially—it feels more like a tired and overused platitude.

The mocker is in the flight pen now and should be good for release sometime next week, maybe sooner.

And Beaver Butt continues to grow and whine. Such a brat! Still no pals or permanent placement, either, although I’m still putting out feelers. The longer he’s without a pal to learn beaver social skills with, the lower his chances at a successful release, and I’m honestly not set up properly to care for him for the next two years, so I’ll continue to seek a long-term solution for the lovable brat.

Thanks to all of you who posted kind reviews at Great Nonprofits—your support helped LWR win a 2012 Green Award, which means additional exposure to potential donors. No guarantees, of course, but exposure helps!

And finally, this column on dandelions was in the GA DNR newsletter, and as a dandelion fan, I found it quite interesting: http://www.georgiawildlife.com/node/3007 . Read and enjoy!

So shoot me for using an overworked paraphrase—it seemed appropriate enough!

Let’s start with a release: the dog-attacked Eastern cottontail from last week’s update has been released. I’m always torn between relief and guilt when I release rabbits—relief that they survived to be released, and guilt that they may very well be some predator’s lunch before the day is over.

The mocker continues to look a bit scruffy but is maturing nicely and is almost ready for the flight pen.

Sadly, I called it on the possums; the respiratory infection took a turn for the worse and stopped responding to meds. They struggled to breathe and even on heat, they began to lose body heat. It was time to end their suffering.

Beaver Butt is attempting to wean himself from formula; one day he wants it, the next, he refuses it. He’s eating solids well, though, and getting a balanced diet from the variety of foods he has access to…and Lord knows he’s growing. He weighed 2 lbs. when he came in; he topped the scale at just over 5 lbs. this week.

This barred owl was hit by a car and is blind in one eye, as you can see in the photo. He also has a broken wing, but the break is fixable, so all he needs is a safe place, with a steady food supply, to recuperate—and flight conditioning afterwards, prior to release.  Owls with impaired vision in one eye can still be released, as they hunt primarily by sound. One good eye will suffice them nicely. Hawks, on the other hand, hunt visually and need good vision in both eyes.

And LWR also received a Canada goose egg this week. Yes, you read that correctly—an EGG. Long story short, the “rescuer” intervened and removed this egg from the nest when ants got the other eggs after several had hatched.  This person told me that s/he was surprised when the egg began to hatch. Well, why remove it if you didn’t expect it to hatch, huh?

This person then let the egg sit for “two or three days” with NO heat and NO humidity while the poor gosling struggled to hatch. When I was finally called, it was because the person “didn’t want the goose to think I’m his mother.” Uh-huh.  This happens all too often—people “rescue” a wild animal, nearly kill it with “kindness” or neglect, and then miraculously find my number when the critter’s nearly dead. Yeah, there’s a reason I’m cynical…

I got the egg home, sat it in a very shallow bowl of warm water to provide heat and humidity quickly and assessed the situation. The poor gosling had been trying to hatch for at least two and maybe three days. The portions of the membrane that I could see were dried out. The poor thing was peeping frantically.

I called Steve Hicks of Bubba & Friends, who has dealt with this situation with raptor eggs, and following his advice, I moistened the dried membrane and worked to free the bird from the shell. With each little bit I removed, the gosling became more active and struggled to finish freeing itself from the remaining shell.

When I finally got him completely out, there was poop in the shell. This is a sure sign that he’d been in the shell too long. Also, the membrane was dried out inside the shell, as well.

The result? A gosling I didn’t expect to live through the night. He was cold; his neck was like cooked spaghetti—he had no control over it at all—and he couldn’t stand. I put him on heat and started hand-feeding him.

I was headed to Smalley’s Animal Hospital the next day for the barred owl exam, so I took the gosling in with the intention of having him euthanized, as by that morning, he showed only minimal improvement. Vet Peggy Hobby and I discussed the situation and had decided that euthanasia was the best option when vet Jim Hobby walked through, asked what was up and got a brief rundown of the situation. He offhandedly suggested we give the gosling another 24 hours. I think at that point Peggy & I felt a bit guilty at maybe rushing the situation, as we both decided to do just that.

Jim, if you’re reading this, thank you! Today, 24 hours later, the gosling is still unsteady, but he’s preening himself, alert, and attempting to eat on his own. Only time will tell how much improvement there will be and whether he’ll be releasable, but he’s a determined little gosling, so we’ll see how much progress he can make toward a fairly normal life.

And finally, a huge thank you to those of you who posted reviews at Great Nonprofits, as we’ve slightly exceeded the minimum to be a Top-Rated Green Nonprofit, giving us exposure to potential donors. There’s still time if anyone else wants to post positive reviews by April 30, so here’s the link again: http://www.greatnonprofits.org/reviews/write/laurens-wildlife-rescue-inc/green-2012/ .

This dog-attacked rabbit looked pretty bad when he came in, and since rabbits don’t generally do well in rehab, I didn’t hold out much hope he’d make it through the night. Rabbits are very high-stress little dears, which makes sense when you realize that they’re prey animals. Frank Vinson, my former department chair from my days in academia, summed it up nicely when he said that everything but vegans and bluebirds eats rabbits!

However…sometimes ya get lucky and a rabbit does pretty well in rehab. This little darlin’ is healing nicely (circled area below is site of wound in photo above) and will soon be off antibiotics. Unlike most rabbits in rehab, he’s a pretty confident little fellow—note the upright ears. Stressed or frightened rabbits lay their ears back. He also eats while I’m watching, something else rehab rabbits almost never do.

This is just a neat shot of the downy GHO about to chow down.

LWR also received a downy barred owl.  He may be cute, but he’s already an aggressive little fellow, clicking his beak and hissing.

This adult barred owl was hanging upside down from a branch over the river, tangled in fishing line. The rescuers shot the branch down to retrieve the owl. As you can see, the flight feathers on his right wing are well and truly trashed; the left wing suffered some damage but not nearly this bad. He’s a lucky bird; nothing is broken. But those trashed feathers mean he’ll be in rehab until he molts.

All these owls are now at Bubba & Friends raptor rehab.

LWR received two possums from the same litter, several days apart. When possums leave the pouch and cling to Mama’s back, if they fall off or she shakes them loose, she doesn’t notice or look for missing babies. Possums are so lovably clueless…

These two both came in with severe respiratory infections. You can see the snot in the first one’s little nose; the second also came in covered with maggot eggs and fleas, hence the photo of her all wet. She had to have a bath first thing to remove all her “pets”.

They’re both still struggling but I’m cautiously optimistic right now, as they seem to be slowly responding to antibiotics. Possums seldom get sick but when they do, they do it with spectacular and often fatal flair. Right now, we’re taking it a feeding at a time and hoping for the best.

The flying squirrel should be named Harriet Houdini, as she’s somehow figured out how to escape from a locked cage! For the past two mornings, I’ve walked into the rehab end of the house to find her peering from a cabinet…OUTSIDE her cage. I’ve tested the cage and can’t find the escape route, so officially, we’re saying she’s channeling Houdini. Flyers in the wild remain with their mothers longer than gray squirrels do, and I always imitate that practice in rehab, as it increases their chances of survival upon release, but I do think Ms. Houdini is ready for the pre-release caging now!

You’ve all laughed at my descriptions of the beaver throwing tantrums—well, here’s photo proof. See those tear tracks? When beavers pitch a hissy fit, they do it right, tears and all. I was omigod 10 minutes late feeding Beaver Butt because I was outside getting him fresh branches to mutilate, and this is the result—he actually bawled!

All was forgiven once his belly was full and he had a nice swim, though.

And finally, LWR received our first mockingbird of the year, a nestling who had been fed an imbalanced emergency diet for 4 days before the finders called me. The result was a somewhat messy bird with diarrhea, but he’s improved now that he’s getting a proper, balanced diet. He's still a bit messy in the photos below, though.

Young mockers have really big mouths—literally.  Because baby songbirds “gape” for food, rehabbers use the term “gape” to describe their beaks, as in “What color is his gape?” Here’s a classic mocker gape.

Mockers are always gaping…

…except when they sleep.

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April 6—three hungry nestlings:

April 7—love the symmetry here:

April 8:

April 10—someone’s ALWAYS hungry:

Today, April 11—love the expression on the runt’s face in the second shot:

This is the time of year that people begin “rescuing” baby songbirds who may not need human help, so here are some common situations and suggested guidelines to help you determine whether to intervene:

·        Parents have abandoned the hatchlings/nestlings—Are you SURE of this? Just because you don’t see the parents doesn’t mean they’re not feeding the babies. As long as the babies are quiet in the nest, the parents are still feeding. They’re not going to fly in with food while you’re hovering over/around the nest. Position yourself where you can see the nest but not be seen, and odds are you’ll start seeing parents flying their little wings to the bone to feed gaping beaks. If the babies remain vocal, constantly crying for food, and seem to be getting weaker, then call your nearest rehabber before intervening.

·        Babies are out of the nest—Are these “babies” fully feathered? Do they have short tail feathers and are they flying awkwardly and begging for food? If so, they’re fledglings and the parents are still feeding them as they develop their flight skills and learn to find their own food. Unless they’re in imminent danger from predators such as cats or dogs, leave them alone and let the parents finish raising their babies.

·        One of the parents is dead; you know this for a fact—While the male can feed the babies, he cannot brood them, so call your nearest rehabber for advice. S/he may suggest waiting to see which parent is still living or taking immediate action to make sure the babies don’t die from hypothermia, as unfeathered hatchlings/nestlings are unable to regulate their body temperatures.

·        The cat had the baby in its mouth/paws—Immediate action is necessary, even if you don’t see wounds. Cat saliva is designed to break down flesh, and the bird needs medical attention ASAP. Call your nearest rehabber immediately.

·        The dog had the baby in its mouth/paws—see above. While dog saliva isn’t as toxic as cat saliva, it’s still pretty deadly to birds.

·        The baby fell and I know where the nest is—Is the baby uninjured? Can you reach the nest? Place the baby back in the nest.

·        The baby fell and I cannot locate/reach the nest—Call your nearest rehabber.

·        The baby fell and appears to be injured—Call your nearest rehabber.

·        And a final note: Under NO circumstances should you feed a baby bird unless directed to do so by a rehabber! Too many well-meaning idiots feed baby birds the wrong foods and condemn them to death as a result. Foods to ALWAYS avoid for birds:

1.      Milk. Birds don’t have boobs, people. Birds cannot digest milk.

2.      Bread. All this does is stop up the crop. It has no nutritional value.

3.      Crackers. See #2.

4.      Processed meats. This means no ham, bologna, deli slices, hot dogs, etc.

5.      Anything salty. This includes cured ham.

6.      Tea. Caffeine kills birds.

7.      Water. If you don’t know what you’re doing, it’s very easy to get the water into the lungs and cause aspiration pneumonia.

So what CAN you feed a baby bird? That will depend on your local rehabber, whom you WILL call ASAP, right? My personal preference is that callers feed nothing and meet me ASAP so I can start the bird(s) off on the right diet immediately. Remember, time is of the essence in getting baby birds to a qualified rehabber: some species, like our Carolina wrens above, need feeding every 5-10 minutes for several days after they hatch, or their systems will start to shut down.

This downy great horned owl just came in this evening. He was found by the side of the road, no parents in sight—GHO parents are VERY aggressive in defending their young—but a red tailed hawk was nearby. GHOs and RTs prey on each other’s young when the opportunity arises, so this little guy was in imminent danger and the finder made the right assessment in rescuing the little fellow. (Little being a relative term when describing a GHO!)

And rounding out this week’s cute overload, here are the obligatory shots of the beaver doing “beavery” things. Here we have his best imitation of road kill.

He really likes to swim and dive.

And after his “bath” he likes to have a wooden "pacifier" while he gets a little cuddle.

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