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The Broody Bunch

Chickens, eggs and life in rural Maine

Evening Flight Turns Fowl

Posted by Miranda on Jun-15-2009

I was enjoying a quiet evening reading a fabulous book I borrowed from the library (more on that later), when a strange “thump” came from the window.  Little Maiden’s sun catcher that she made in Sunday School swung mysteriously on the inside of the window.  Immediately I knew that some poor bird had just knocked herself silly on my reflective window!

dizzy-bird Sure enough.  When I stepped out on the porch, I saw a tiny bird sprawled upside-down on my porch.  I stooped to see if she was still alive.  I saw that she was breathing rapidly so I gently put my hand out to help her right herself.  As soon as I touched her she flapped and turned over.  She seemed dazed and was holding her beak open to breathe.

I hurried for my camera and started taking pictures.  She was such a pretty little bird and it’s so rare to see one so close.  She was smaller than a chickadee and was mostly gray, white, and black.  But she had a brilliant yellow cap and yellow on her wings that contrasted sharply with her black beak and beady eyes.  She also had a reddish-brown stripe that ran down both sides of her white belly, just under her folded wings.

I wanted to give her the best chance for recovery and I knew the porch was not the best place to leave her.  So I gently nudged my finger under her feet.  She picked up one foot and grasped my finger and then the other foot.  She was holdingtiny-bird her left eye closed.  She must have had a monstrous headache in that tiny head!

The bird made no move to fly away so I took her to our flowering crab apple tree.  I tried to place her on a twig but she faltered.  She fluttered and clung to leaves until at last she settled on the tree trunk.

I called my mother for advice.  She’s nursed poor little senseless birds before.  We chestnut-sided-warblerdecided that my little bird would probably be okay.  Ten minutes later she was still on the tree.  Twenty minutes after that she was gone.

Mom and I spent several minutes on the phone trying to determine what kind of bird she was.  Mom’s first guess was a Warbler.  She was right!  By comparing my pictures to others on the internet, I’ve found that my little bird was a Chestnut-sided Warbler.