I remember as a small kid growing up in Alaska finding a Redpoll w/ a damaged (but not broken) wing. I took it home, of course, where my dad swabbed it with peroxide and wrapped the wing in light gauze.
After two weeks, we took the gauze off (much easier than putting it on, as "Red" was used to us by now), but he was too weak to fly. So, we kept him about a month longer, strolling around the house with him on our shoulder, until he started flying around the basement. We perched him in a birch tree in the back yard, and as far as I know, he lived a happy, full life after that.
Quite amazing how a little bird can touch your heart like that.
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Date: 2007-02-02 01:14 pm (UTC)After two weeks, we took the gauze off (much easier than putting it on, as "Red" was used to us by now), but he was too weak to fly. So, we kept him about a month longer, strolling around the house with him on our shoulder, until he started flying around the basement. We perched him in a birch tree in the back yard, and as far as I know, he lived a happy, full life after that.
Quite amazing how a little bird can touch your heart like that.