This little guy thumped up against against my sliding glass door this afternoon. He had some quality time in a warm, dark shoebox before I released him outside an hour or so later. He couldn’t fly, but could flutter well enough to escape me, so that assured his freedom. Ado Annie guarded him from a roving cat until he could hide himself in a bush, shortly before dark.
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I don’t want to rain on your parade, but I have to wonder how long this little guy can survive out there like this. Will his wing (I’m presuming that is the cause) be able to heal up after that?
When birds run into windows head on and at full speed (as this one did), they live about half the time. The cause of the injury is basically a concussion — they’re all dazed and freaked out until they come around again. Since they feel safe when warm and in the dark, it’s best to put ’em in a shoebox and leave them for awhile. When they come around, you let them go. If they have their wits about them, they’re fine.
This little guy wasn’t completely with it, but he was vastly improved. He had the good sense and the ability to escape me when I tried to recapture him, since I was unsure that he was well enough to be out and about, so I figure he’ll probably be OK. But even if he dies, something will get to eat him, so it all works out.