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2/1/2021 9:45:14 AM

Rescued: A Bird Story

Janine Helton / Comment on this
Topics: Birds | Inspiration 

“Lookout”, original 8x10 watercolor painting
“Lookout”, original 8x10 watercolor painting

Thud. That awful sound that alerts you that a bird has struck your window. More often than not, when you look outside, there is nothing to see... the bird has flown off, uninjured. But sometimes... what you dread has come true: a bird is lying on the ground, stunned and immobile.*

After hearing the dreaded "thud" on a  freezing cold day in December, I called Mike to the kitchen to see a White-throated Sparrow which lay stunned on the ground outside the window. As we stood looking at the poor little bird, I said something like "you're supposed to pick them up and put them in a box to keep warm until they recover." We both continued to stand there in silence, staring at the tiny form lying on its back. Finally I turned and headed to my studio saying, "Well, I'm not going to just stand here watching him die."

A short time later, I came out from my studio and went to the window to see if the bird had recovered; it was gone! Looking to tell Mike the good news, I was surprised to find him (Mike) in the garage cupping the little Sparrow between his hands, trying to keep it warm. The problem was, Mike himself was freezing out there without a coat, hat or gloves! I ran back inside and grabbed a blanket to put over Mike's shoulders and a hat for his head. I got a peek at the bird which still looked pretty stunned with its eyes half closed. I'm not sure how long Mike was out there holding that little guy, but altogether it must have been close to 45 minutes.



Here's Mike's synopsis:

"He was barely moving, so I went out and picked him up and he responded a little bit. I held him in my hands to warm him up. He responded more and started to move his head around. Then he pooped in my hand.

"I thought he was a goner to be honest with you. My hands were just freezing...I extended my hands over him and firmly held him and he gradually got better. Then I put him on the flat feeder...he looked around and flew off."

Wow. My husband, the hero!

Since the rescue, I've prepared a cardboard box by putting a clean towel and soft rags inside of it to house any future birds-in-distress. We have multiple feeders and fresh water out back, so you know we get a lot of birds. Just a few days ago, Mike was called on again to rescue a Dark-eyed Junco. This time he wore gloves and placed the bird in the prepared box, covering it with the towel. He closed the lid (with an opening for air) and brought the little guy inside to warm up. After checking on him once or twice, about 45 minutes later, Mike went outside, opened the box, and watched the Junco fly to cover.

"I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free,
For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me."

Civilla D. Martin, 1905

 

Watch birds. Paint. Love. Repeat.

 

*Bird strikes happen at my house more often than I'd like to admit (even once is too often)! Please don't reprimand me after reading this. My husband and I take reasonable precautions to limit the number of bird strikes, such as modifying the window blinds and adjusting the distance of the feeders from our home to prevent serious injury if a strike does happen.

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