Hello Mockingbird!

I started the 2013/2014 season of Project Feeder Watch about 1 month ago.  I'm not sure how many years I've been doing it but it is getting near a decade now.

One day, so long ago, our now friends Jim and Lynda from the Etobicoke Wild Birds Unlimited store suggested to me that I do the counting for Bird Studies Canada and become a 'citizen scientist' after I was telling them I was marking our kitchen calendar everyday with bird sightings.

I still have many of the old records kicking around and it's fun when I stumble upon them and go back to certain days, the notes I made, and say "oh ya!"

Anyways, just as this season was starting up, I was saying that I wanted something new this time around.  Funny how I say that during Spring migration, summer time, and Fall migration too.  Yep, never enough, always want to add something else.  It's getting more difficult as we've had 46 different species touch a part of the backyard and another 10 identified flying over the yard since it all began.

Well, this weekend I got my wish.  It's not a new species to visit us but definitely is at this time of year being a Northern Mockingbird.  We've had them over the years pop in through the summer months and visit the bird baths but that's about it.

It started on late Saturday morning.  I had been watching out for birds from the kitchen window much of the morning and it was pretty quiet out there.  A lot of my watch days are like that since 3 species of Hawks come around periodically looking for a meal.  And I find I really have to pay attention at times for those quick/random visits from the birds.  I need to go outside, look and listen to tune in to my visitors.  A lot of times my presence outside will send the Coopers and Red-tails fleeing, which then brings all the other birds back.  The Sharp-shinned sticks around though.

So out back I go, the first real winter storm of the season is starting up and I spot a few Dark-eyed Juncos down at the back.  Suddenly my eyes catch something gray, and bigger than a Junco, in the Lilac tree along the fence line.  My mind raced through bigger gray birds, quickly knocking out Shirley the Sharp-shin, definitely not a Gray Jay, not a Northern Shrike, and then Northern Mockingbird came up...  YES!

He was quite fluffed out, obviously cold, and he found his way to the backyard because of the Holly bush I planted a few years back was full of berries.  Mockingbirds are fruit eaters and while some do hang around the Toronto area through the winter months, they aren't in abundance at this time of year.

I find them to be a skittish species of bird, not hanging around when I am outside.  But this guy wasn't leaving with me out back.  He sat in this tree until I backed up some and then flew into the Holly bush to feed.

I was pretty excited about this!  I'd seen Pigeons pecking at the berries a while back.  Late October a small flock of Cedar Waxwings flew in and had at the bush for 20 minutes or so, and I was in awe, since they are one of my favorite birds and tease me as they eat insects in our trees high above us through the summer but never landed until this day.  Unfortunately I had recently injured my shoulder and didn't have my monster zoom lens on when they flew in for a quick feed.  But I did get a couple photos in.

Anyways, this Holly bush rocks!  And it's paying off with some cool bird sightings for us as the birds come in and feast on the berries.  I think the bush is in it's third year with us now and this is the first real year of an abundance of berries on it.

So, having the Mockingbird fly in this weekend was great!  He was around much of Saturday through the storm and then arrived again on Sunday mid-morning for another feed.  We enjoyed watching him, I'm loving adding this guy to the Project Feeder Watch list and hope he sticks around with us for a while.  We bought fresh cranberries and cut up some for him too

He liked sitting on our Reindeer today.

I was in and out quite a bit today (Sunday); meaning in the house, out in the yard, looking for another photo op with this guy and counting other visiting species and their numbers.  My eyes focused on a Sparrow that didn't look like the rest and before long I realized we had another new visitor to the backyard, and this was an American Tree Sparrow!  I didn't have my camera with me and could only watch him from a short distance.  But there's no mistaking this bird for a House Sparrow.  His visit was cut as something spooked all the birds away including him...  but he was here, right above one of the feeders and looking to the ground for fallen seeds.  I'll be keeping eyes and ears open for another return of him.  I'd like a photo just for the records even.

It was a really cool bird count weekend at our home.  So many people we know were out doing Christmas Bird Counts, something we've always wanted to partake in, but have not yet.  But in the end, even for just our backyard, I think we had an awesome count with these 2 species being added to the PFW for a total of 14 species and the actual number of birds was 128!  Not bad for 25 x 100 ft area, eh?

As Sunday comes to an end, I can't help but wonder what will be the next "new" bird for us?

I'd like to add a funny story here.  Seems some people mix up the Mockingbird with the Shrike.  They are both mostly gray birds similar in size, have long tails, etc.  I guess some people get pretty excited with the Shrike, like I do, or maybe want to see a Shrike and turn the Mocker into one.  Not exactly sure but recently I was out and came across a Mocker in a park.  Another birder was observing the bird and said to me "Nice Shrike, eh?"  I corrected him on his identification.  He disagreed with me, and even after a little discussion on the differences, where clearly I was right on the species ID.  In the end, he said in a huff, "Oh, what do you know?  You're just a headbanger!"  I took the high road, walking away and saying "well at least I know my birds".  Some people!

*note*  I added lots of links to this blog for those new to the birds, click on the links which will take you to a great site to learn about each species mentioned

Here Come the Snowys... again

Wow, I can't believe we are in the midst of another Snowy Owl invasion!  It was only 2 years ago since the last one.  Yet somehow this one sure seems bigger or I am just reading and hearing a lot more this time around.

The birds are just popping up everywhere!  Earlier this week there was a count of approximately 200 in Newfoundland.  The Snowys were making news as authorities wanted to cull the birds around JFK airport in New York.  I believe 3 were shot on December 7th.  Of course this caused some uproar from the public, both birders and people in general because everyone just loves the Snowy Owl.  One Snowy Owl even made it down to Bermuda in recent weeks.  This is causing some commotion down there as it is the third Snowy Owl to hit that island in 30 years according to my research.

I've read some sad stories of starving birds in the past couple weeks.  And most did not have a very good ending.  By the time the birds are discovered, they are just too far gone.  The Owl Foundation has had many Owls come into their centre already.

In 2011 we had the invasion, and by the end of winter I had 13 Snowy Owls seen with my own eyes.  The sightings went across the shores of Lake Ontario from Kingston to Burlington.  It was an exciting winter and one day I had 4 Snowys in view from one backroad intersection just north of Toronto.  I couldn't believe it!  And for whatever reason, I just didn't pick up on very many stories of starving birds, injured birds, dead birds.  I'm not complaining and chalk it up as most of the Owls did very well that winter.

This photo shows Snowy Owl reports from so far this year compared to last year.  The blue is  Nov/Dec of 2012 and the orange is Nov/Dec of 2013 and we still have a few weeks left in the month.  2012 had 119 reports and 293 so far for this time around.

In the past 2 weeks I've done a couple outings myself, seeking out them Snowy Owls.

I saw a few reports but decided to take my own route to areas we've seen them in previous years.  First outing...  nothing.  A few days later I give in as my sick time from work was coming to an end and I wanted to end it with a BANG so I try the for the areas where birds were reported just east of Toronto.  Once again, nothing.  I did however have the pleasure of watching a male American Kestrel hunt roadside which certainly sated my appetite for something really cool to see.

The weekend rolled around, being November 30th and as some of you know, Angie and I found ourselves escorting an injured female Snowy Owl to the Owl Foundation.  But really this didn't count for a sighting even though our eyes met as she was taken away upon arrival at the foundation.

Monday December 2nd I make another attempt as my return to work date is on the 4th.  I hit those northern roads I am familiar with and it was looking pretty barren once again.  But just as I was about to give up, I spotted one atop a hydro pole!  I was grinning from ear to ear now.  Over the next ten minutes or so I observed the bird and his behaviour towards my presence.  I am no where near him but just watching him as I rolled the truck closer, one hydro pole at a time.  He's pretty chill up there and I decide to get out and try to get a few photos.  He's still not bothered by my presence.  He'd look at me, then look elsewhere and so on.  I'd snap a couple, look at them quick, adjust the settings, take a couple steps closer and try again.  With him being up on that pole there is no need to walk in too close because you'd just be shooting up at the bird.  A few minutes later, I'm totally satisfied with the sighting and a couple decent photos to take home.  The Owl never left that pole, which was awesome to me.  I hate making them flush because I've accidentally spooked them.

On my way home I tried another area where a report of one came in.  And luck have it I found one way out in the field.  As I drove the truck around to try and get a better view of the bird, I stopped at one point to see where my sight line was, and as I am watching the bird in my binoculars, suddenly another bird comes into view and attacks the first bird!  Holy s**t!  Snowy Owls are big freakin' birds and to see the two of them take to the air and scrap it out is beyond words.  Unfortunately as they fought, they went further away from me and all I could do was watch.  I don't think I could have picked up my camera, taking my eyes off this action.  Finally one bird left and headed west while the other went back to the ground and commenced "chilling out".  Its okay I didn't get any photos because the ones in my head are a million times better than what I could have ever captured with the camera.

Can you spot the Snowy on the snow mound? I was surprised I did.

I didn't expect to see what I did and that's what makes the outings so great.  You never know, just hit the roads, take the trails, and go with the natural flow.  And you gotta take the zero sightings for what they are, try not to get expectations in your head because you'll just ruin a time outside with nature, your free time.

I was going to lecture about how to act around the birds but most of you who visit my blog know where I stand on this.  Simply put, please respect them and their space.

Rob to the rescue again, sort of

Wednesday December 4th was my first day back on the job after 7.5 weeks away due to a shoulder injury.  I knew it was going to be a very long, and probably rough day.  I've been so used to getting up before 7am, napping in the afternoon, and just going to bed whenever...  meaning, not having much of a routine.

I made it through the day, being up real early, no nap, an 8 hour shift and home by 10:30pm.  And I found myself still with some energy to burn.

It's Wednesday and in my fashion, I toast getting over the hump of the week with a shot or two of whiskey...  "Whiskey Wednesday".  My drink of choice is usually 40 Creek but I recently got a bottle of White Owl Whiskey from Angie and decided to have at that especially since I saw 3 Snowy Owls on Monday.  We are in the midst of another Snowy Owl invasion and I think I will toast these birds with my White Owl whenever I see one (or three).

Drink is made, I turn on the back light and peer out the window to see if any of my night time buds are around.  I spot one of the Raccoons under the bird feeder closest to the house.  I put my coat on, grab my drink, flashlight, camera and go out to hang out with him...  if he will let me.

Flashlight on him and I took this with my cellphone.

My furry friend acknowledges me and continues foraging under the bird feeder and vicinity.  But as he starts to move around looking for more grub, I notice he's not moving like a normal healthy Raccoon.  Closer inspection I can see his back right leg is dragging behind him.  I went inside, got some kibble and dropped a handful near him.  I was less than 3 ft from him and he just watched me, then started devouring the kibble.

The snack was done, he started making his way to the back of the yard.  He had a real difficult time doing so with that leg and a few times he kinda rolled over, but kept heading in that direction.  He stopped himself in the garden near our feeder pole and had a drink from one of the bath basins.  It was a mild night and the water hadn't froze.  Drink done he continued on his way, struggling along, and pulling himself with his front paws.

I knew he was hurt and despite it being pitch black outside, starting to rain and me lacking much in way of skills or equipment to do anything, I was bound and determined to help him.

Sure doesn't look pitch black out nor raining here but trust me on all I tell you.

The weekend before, Angie and I picked up a couple large cages from someone who donated them to Hobbitstee Refuge.  A new friend of ours is an animal rehabber and we assisted in a fund raiser for her a few weeks ago.  I was holding the cages until the next time we got down her way.  As I said, cages are large, like 4' x 2' x 4' or so.  The one was not folded up and the bottom tray was not attached.  The cages were in the shed and I went and grabbed the one I just described.  It was a struggle in the dark and trying to keep a light on the Raccoon.  Funny how me by myself, holding a flashlight and camera, the Raccoon never cared; but coming at him, walking like Frankenstein as I held this cage up at waist height...  nuh uh, Raccoon was like "get away from me man!" but only with some colorful language I can imagine by his growls.

I backed him up against the fence, he snarled, hissed, spit, growled and charged at me a few times.  But I held my ground, stayed calm and wasn't giving up.  I had to be quick when I put the cage over him, not wanting to drop it on his already wounded body.  What an adventure this was!  Did I mention how dark it was?  And the rain was coming down good now?

It really didn't take too long before I had him in the cage.  I could see a few neighbours peering out their back windows, looking down in my direction and probably wondering what I was doing.  The Raccoon was really loud, might as well have been a Bear I was messing around with, and I am sure my bright LED flashlight waving around was like the Bat Signal out there.

My next move was to get something on the ground under him, so he couldn't try and dig his way out.  I have a big sheet of plywood behind the shed, so I pulled that out, lifted the edge of the cage a little and slowly slid this sheet underneath.  It really pissed the Raccoon off as I touched his toes.  And he tried for the opening, even as small as it was.  But I managed to get the sheet all the way through and out the other side.  Next up was barricading the sides of the cage so he could not top it over, using 4 big cinder blocks, one on each side.  I didn't want to leave him trapped out there with the rain coming down, so next was a big blue tarp that I put over his temporary home.  And lastly a few bricks over top to keep the tarp from lifting or blowing away.

I double checked everything and figured he was safe for the night in there, no way he could get out, or hurt himself trying, and no way anything could try and get in at him.  It was nearly midnight now and I was pretty darn wired.  I posted something on Facebook to vent some of the story.  I wrote a note to Angie for when she woke up so she didn't see the Facebook stuff or the contraption out back and wake me with a bunch of ???'s.  Eventually I went to bed but still had a heck of a time falling asleep.  Angie woke up and I told her everything.  Now neither of us could sleep.

My next step was to call Toronto Wildlife Centre in the morning and ask for assistance from an expert with proper equipment to get him to their centre and hopefully some medical aid.

I wanted to wait till morning, close to when the centre opened at 9am, so I knew nothing happened over night, like Raccoon escaping.  And hope from the time of my morning check on him, my call to TWC and their arrival would be a small time frame.

I checked on him shortly after 7am and he was curled up in a ball, sound asleep much like Meadow was on the bed.  He looked up at me momentarily, like I disturbed him, and as I left, he put his head back down.  I liked that he was calm with me and not freaking out.

And just before 9am, I called Toronto Wildlife, leaving them the most detailed message possible about the animal, how I caught him and ensured he was confined.  I knew their return call would be within the hour, so I waited a bit before I checked on him again.  I took a couple pics and a very short video, also observing him some more.  He still remained calm with me.

Toronto Wildlife called me back, we talked for a bit and they didn't need much more info from me.  They knew there was no way I could bring the Raccoon in to them, not without me getting hurt in the process and probably further injury to him.

It was a relief when they told me someone was coming down to the house to help out.  I was hoping it was Andrew because I tell everyone that he's my hero.  I worked with him once back in May 2012 with a very sick Great Horned Owl in the woods near us.  That story revisited me back in October 2013, see here.  But it wasn't Andrew coming down but someone named "Sarah".  For a split second I was disappointed to not hear Andrew but the relief of help coming quickly returned and thought this would be great to see another one of their rescuers in action.

Sarah arrived on scene pretty fast.  I took her around back, and worked with her to catch my trapped pal.  She was loaded with leather gloves, netting, a snare and a large carrier.  I followed her instructions and together we caught him.  She had me lift one side of the cage up while she slid a snare underneath.  It took 4 or 5 tries before she was certain she had him and out he came, not anywhere near the calm guy he was a bit ago.  He was full teeth, claws and attitude at Sarah.  But she kept her cool and and focus on the mission and in no time he was in the carrier.

We talked briefly before she left with him.  I said how I hoped so much he could come back home one day; but she politely informed me that a lot of times it just doesn't end well in these situations.  Raccoons aren't the best patients to begin with.  Healing them, keeping them confined and calm, and not further injuring themselves is a very difficult task.  It was nice she kept that in the back of my head but I wasn't going to give up on my hope for him.

They left, I tidied up out back and soon went to work totally exhausted and my day really only just begun.

The next day, Friday the 6h, I couldn't even think about Mr Raccoon as I had a full day with getting that little Northern Saw-whet Owl to the Owl Foundation and doing one more shift at work.  Blog here.

Saturday morning I called and left a message.  I missed their return call about an hour later and when I checked my voice mail, I was all twitchy, stomach turning, wondering what they were going to tell me.  The voice mail said nothing about the condition of the Raccoon.  And a lot of the message was very much similar to the one they left me when I inquired about my recently departed Squirrel pal "Sideways Sam".  See that blog here.  But the woman explained about why they wouldn't say in a voice mail, as they use discretion, unsure if the voice mail box is private or not, etc.  So I get that but still I was thinking the news was going to be bad and they didn't want to leave it in a message.

I quickly called them back and kept my phone right with me until I heard from them again about 30 minutes later.  I'm still holding out hope for a good answer as the phone rings.  But once I answer it, and even though she didn't say it right away, I knew he wasn't coming home.

Both his back legs were broken and it happened some time ago.  The bones were healing and setting in improperly.  He had infection through his lower area too.  So the most humane thing to do was put him to sleep.

Even as much as I knew this was the best thing for him, and a part of me was expecting this, my heart still sunk.  I was overcome with sadness.  Angie and I were going out shortly and I found myself just staring blankly out into the backyard.  Was it because of my admiration for Raccoons?  Was it because this was too soon after my little pal Sideways Sam went the same route?  I dunno but it sucked, and it hurt.

I posted the outcome to social media and got a slew of heart warming comments and support. 

Anyways, the support from others helped me.  I knew my sadness was only temporary and that my Raccoon friend wasn't suffering anymore.  I thought if I left him be out there, how long would he suffer, and how slow and painful would his death be?  I try to not think of myself as a Reaper for the severely sick wildlife but more as a caregiver, stepping in when they really need help.

And despite his death, like the others I've turned in, I will still hold out hope for the next one, and so on.  Where there is life, there is hope.

Rest in peace little one.

Saving A Saw-whet!

I did a quick update blog Friday morning and thought I would fire out a bit more on one of the bits I touched upon.  This being the transport of a second Owl in less than 1 week to The Owl Foundation.

Interesting how our first Owl to the Foundation was the biggest of them all for Ontario visitors being a Snowy Owl.  And today, Owl #2, was on the other end of the scale, being the smallest, a Northern Saw-whet Owl.

The call came in late Thursday evening and it was for Friday morning "delivery".  How could I say "no"?  I'm free in the mornings and although the drive to and from the Foundation runs me about 3 hours total, if I can, I will.

They were delighted I could help out, maybe even thrilled.  But I'm sure it's the same emotion towards anyone who says "yes" to helping get injured Owls to them.  My story is a little different as I signed on as a volunteer driver 3 years ago, never did a run for them until last weekend.  For one reason or another, the timing was always off, or I just missed the call and they had another volunteer commit.  The joke was my name was highlighted in their files since I never had the *pleasure* of helping them out.

Anyways, a guy named Gary drove up to Barrie to pick up the bird.  He was a nice guy, and very punctual, which is something I admire.  I was worrying the evening before about time delays but after talking with him a few times Friday morning, he kept in touch with me from when he left for Barrie, when he picked up the bird and when he was close enough to where I was to meet him for me to leave the house.  Gotta appreciate that!

I met him at a gas station not far from our home, and just off the 401, which enabled Gary to easily jump back on and continue his day of errands.  He warned me the little Owl was rather feisty and jumpy.  It took me back to someone telling Angie and I how vicious little Saw-whet Owls can be.  I never believed it.  I've seen a few in the last couple winters, hear the stories of them at fall migration banding stations, and never heard a tale of them doing anything in ways of aggressive behavior.  But this guy was pretty active in that box and wanted out.

I should talk about the box he was brought down in.  I've learned you never really know what kind of "temporary housing" the Owls come in from wherever.  Sometimes its a cat/dog carrier and sometimes its boxes.  This was an old cardboard box, the top flaps didn't close very well and were quite worn out.  There was a good sized opening at the top and you could see the Owl through it.  I placed a blanket over the top to ensure he couldn't escape.  But he tried a few times anyways and I think he was pulling the cardboard flaps down more to hopefully get out.  And on the top of the box, written in big black marker were words like mittens, hats, scarves, gloves.  Yup, just throw the little wounded Owl in any old dusty box kicking around the house.  *sigh*  I guess some of us just see things differently, wanting the best for the creatures, even though they (the Owls) really don't care, it's all the same to them, a trap and they want out.

I gassed up before hitting the highway, and gave The Owl Foundation a quick call to let them know I had the bird, I was on my way, and gave them an estimated time arrival.  I informed them of the attitude of this Owl and asked if it was okay to have him ride shotgun with me in the truck so I could keep a better eye on him.  I had the approval once we made certain the box opening was going to be covered up.  They told me of someone bringing a Barred Owl in a while back and it escaped from its box in the car and caused a real crazy s**t show, terrifying the volunteer.  And they had a challenge catching the bird inside the car afterwards.

So we hit the road, radio shut off, I was momentarily bothered that I forgot my iPod and headphones.  The heat was off as well.  I couldn't help but notice how much colder this drive was compared to last Saturday with the Snowy.  A couple times I did speak along the Hwy 401, cursing at some idiot, and would always stop myself mid-filth-flarin' because they ask you be quiet while transporting a bird, trying to keep the conditions as least stressful as possible.

The Owl fluttered and fought in the box a few times.  I felt his body (head?) hit that opening as I kept my right arm out over the top of the box, across the blanket for extra security.  Somewhere along the way I recalled some paper sticking out the side.  I decided to have a glance at it out of curiosity at a quick pit stop (damn coffee!).  One page was from the Ministry of Natural Resources.  The second piece of paper was a tiny note folded inside.  I skimmed it quick, and a couple sentences got my attention and upset me.

*I erased the location hence the red line edit*

Anything in that note stand out to you?  Like keeping it for 2 days in his garage perhaps?  Or how about towards the end there...  "if dies I want back".  I ignored the fix him up sentence and still do.  And as much as I try not to be negative about what happened to this bird, thinking these people were trying to do good with him, I just can't.  Personally, scooping up a bird off the road and taking it home for a few days is selfish.  Locking it up in your garage?  C'mon man!  WTF?!?!?!

About 20 minutes later I am in front of the mouse house at TOF.  I call to let them know I am here and they tell me to bring the Owl down.  I was surprised, but in a good way.  They let me witness them taking the little guy out and giving him a quick once over before he went off for proper assessment somewhere on the grounds.  It was so cool to see one of these guys again (both Owl and the great people at TOF), ignoring the circumstances.  They thought at that moment he was a second year male and explained all that stuff about the primary feathers to me again...  something I never can remember.  And gave me some insight into his injury too.  Overall they said his health was quite good despite the crappy couple of days he had.  And away went the bird.

Crappy shot, no flash, and I wasn't going to try and use it or ask permission.

We chatted a bit longer and shared some Owl stories.  In their operation, they see and hear so much crazy stuff and I was like "OMG!" 

They thanked me for driving the Owl down to them.  I thanked them for taking him in.  And away I went.  I was still shaking my head at what this little Owl had been through the past few days and wished him a speedy recovery.

The Owl Foundation does amazing things for the birds!  We're proud to be volunteers and sponsors for them.

What A Week!

Hey friends...  as I said above, "What a week!"

First off was our one year anniversary on November 30th.  It was a spectacular day really and not as we thought our day would play out.  Angie did a great re-telling of the day on her blog, so please check it out...  its probably not what you'd expect either.  Click here.

Then on Wednesday December 4th, I took notice to a Raccoon out back under the bird feeders about 10:30pm.  I'm enjoying a beverage after work, and it was my first day back on the job after 7.5 weeks off with a shoulder injury.  This one is blog worthy on it's own, and I will get into it next week.  But jist of it is there was something wrong with this young Raccoon.  So out in the dark and the rain, I went out and trapped him, keeping him contained until later Thursday morning when thankfully someone from the Toronto Wildlife Centre could come and help me get him back to their centre.  Messing around with stressed out injured Raccoons in the dark is a very scary experience and I don't recommend it for everyone.  You really got to think about what you are doing, try and understand the animal, his probable condition, through observation and act accordingly.  Of course taking your own health in consideration is important.  I took a very short video of him that morning as I checked on him before speaking with TWC.  Check the video here.

And as Thursday night was coming to a close, my cell phone rang and caller ID showed it was The Owl Foundation once again.  I recon this may be another blog on it's own as the story unfolds but jist of this one is there is a little Northern Saw-whet Owl coming down from the Barrie area and they were seeking people to help in the relay driving system to get the injured bird to the Foundation in Vineland, Ontario.  Luck have it my mornings are free right now due to my work schedule.  So I agreed to do my part and will pick the bird up here near our home and drive him straight to the Foundation.  I don't know much of his story but whatever it is, he needs help.

a Northern Saw-whet Owl I got to know last winter

And of course, let's wish them all the best and hope for speedy recoveries and be back in the wild again soon.

So, as I embark on this next adventure minus my co-pilot due to work schedules; I ask that perhaps you might think of stepping up a bit more with our wildlife friends.  You could donate money to any of the rehab centres in your area, donate useful items to them on their wish lists, volunteer at a centre, offering whatever time you can give, or sign up as a volunteer driver transporting injured animals or picking up items in your spare time.  It's just a thought.  I know a lot of people do help out but there's always room for more and if you have children, this can be an enriching experience for them. 

Anyways, got to get ready for the big road trip.  Have a great weekend!

Little Lost Bird, Big City... Big Hearts

Wow, 4th blog in a week!!!!!

A little while ago I took notice to a post on a birding message board for Southern Ontario about a Budgie visiting someones bird feeder in Toronto.  Now as many of you know, Angie and I have a soft spot for these birds ever since we caught two in our own yard and brought them inside.  Misfit is going on 7 years and Moonie is going on his 3rd year in 2014.

So every time I see a report of one flying outside, I get a pain in my stomach.  That bird came from someones home most likely and I hate to think someone loved that bird and it escaped in some kind of accident.  We lost Misfit on her one year anniversary in this house.  She returned to her cage in the backyard 2 hours later.  How lucky we were and it showed that Misfit really belongs with us.  But without any sort of band on the bird, who knows where it came from, whose family it was with, and how can they be reunited.  And of course there is the whole part on catching the bird before any of that stuff.

I contacted the man who made the report of the Budgie at his feeder and we discussed in great length about what to do about it.  At first the idea of leaving her outside to fend for herself was ahead of any other ideas.  As exotic looking as these Budgies are, they are pretty tough birds and real survivors.  Misfit is testament to that.  She lived out back for at least 4 months, through heavy thunderstorms and attacks from Blue Jays and Hawk strikes.  But it was late May to mid September and the warmer temps were on her side.  As first frost hit that September is when I said she needs to come inside.

I've heard of Budgies in Toronto in January, being at peoples feeders for a few weeks but never once heard of them still being around come Spring despite the steady food supply.  Who knows what happened to them?  I personally think they couldn't stand the sub zero temperatures for so many weeks and eventually died.  But that's just my guess.  Maybe someone else caught them and they lived happily ever after in another home?  For me, I don't want to chance that for any of them and will do my best to help them whenever possible.

This bird arrived at this man's feeder on October 2nd.  And when you have a bunch of plain ol' House Sparrows visiting you, getting something unique as a pretty little blue Budgie is pretty cool!

In my communication with the gent who had this guest, his name is Howie just so you know, I made the gesture of trying to help him catch the bird as the weather turned.  I think it was late October by this time.  I know Howie's concern for the bird grew as the days got colder but there was some reluctance because of stuff like how does one catch it, how does one contain it and what does one do with the caught bird afterwards when it's not in the cards to keep the bird?  Nobody wants to go spend money on a bird cage just to house a bird temporarily.  And placing a bird is another issue for sure, especially when you want the best for the bird, and not just have any stranger come and take it off your hands.  Too often the wrong family takes in a free "pet" because it's free and never thinking about the responsibility of having the animal.  Even little Budgies need lots of care from regular cage cleaning to daily interaction as birds are very social creatures.  Sticking them in a cage and leaving them there is not a great life for a bird.

We have a spare bird cage at home.  Its been used to temporarily house other birds over the years.  It was the cage I initially caught Misfit in.  I left it outside all summer long and Misfit used it often when the bird feeder was full of Jays and Blackbirds (Misfit knew her pecking order).  And lately that big bird cage has been a community play ground for our Budgies.  There are lots of toys and baths in there and bird treats.  Misfit and Moonie will spend all afternoon in there together.  We don't keep them together 24/7 as Misfit likes "her space" and will act out when she wants it.  We don't need Moonie getting hurt when this happens.

I made the offer to Howie that I would come out one day and try to catch the bird.  If it didn't happen, I would leave him the cage for the time being and hopefully he could catch her.  Howie thought this was wonderful!  Here's a guy (me) living about 30 kms away but it's mostly city driving which can be easily a 45 minute drive offering to come out and help.  And since neither of us really know each other except from bird posts over the last few years, we still are strangers.  But hey, its a bird in need and I'm willing to try, and Howie wants to help this bird too, so he's willing to let some stranger come to his home.  Animals can unite animal lovers.

I met Howie a couple weeks back now.  I should have gone for the bird upon first sight of her at his feeder, just throwing a towel over her and hoping that would be it.  You know, before she even knows what is going on, just do it.  But I was hesitant, observing her and trying in my head to figure out the best way as to not hurt her in the process, what with the feeder and pole in the way.  But a few attempts came up empty and by now the little girl knew well what I was up to and wanted no part of that.  I guess it was an hour and a half later we watched the Budgie fly up over the neighbour's house and disappear.  It was cold, the rain was moving in, so we gave  up.

 I left Howie the cage and wished him the best of luck.

A few days later Howie contacts me that he caught the bird.  She sleeps in a shrub out back, not much more than eye level and near the edge.  He walked out there and grabbed her in her sleep.  I bet that was a shock to the bird.  And he put her in the cage, covered her up and put her inside for the night.  He called me immediately and I was out there the next morning.

It was nice to meet Howie a couple times that week and I hope to see him again out there in the wild world enjoying the birds and whatever else we may cross paths with.  And NOT chasing Budgies in the city.

The bird was clinging to the side of the cage when I got there.  Howie believed she spent the whole night like that.  And as I drove towards the west end again, the bird stayed just like that.  She wasn't keen on moving onto a more comfortable perch or going for a nibble of the seed in a dish.  I took Steeles across to get back to the west.  It was near noon and I was feeling peckish myself.  I wanted a Timmies coffee and had a hankering for an apple fritter.  We started our journey in the Bayview area and it was not until after Jane St before I found a Tim Hortons with a drive through.  I have no issues with going in a Tim Hortons for my coffee, usually its faster than the drive throughs, but I just didn't want to leave the bird.

I got my coffee and apple fritter.  Little bird is still clinging to the side of the cage.  She's actually upside down the whole time, hanging like a bat.  Its funny because Moonie does this on occasion too, and this bird could be Moonie's twin.

I'm pulling onto the Hwy 400 now, got the apple fritter out and am beginning to eat it.  It was at this moment the bird suddenly changed her whole demeanor.  She focused on me eating.  Her head would turn from side to side, looking at me.  She then hopped off the side of the cage, onto a perch and still watched me.  The head kept twisting from right to left, going sorta sideways in curiosity.  She let out a couple little tweets and next thing I know, she's in her food dish, eating with me.

For me, this moment was just pure awesomeness!  We had a breaking point here, she wasn't a stressed out little bird wondering where the hell she was going, who she was with.  Stressed out animals really don't eat when in distress and confusion.  So to me, this was a truly special moment with this bird.  Of course now she's suddenly warmed my heart right up and I love her already and want to keep her with us.  Unfortunately taking in another bird in our tiny house just isn't in the cards.  But that don't mean she can't stay with us temporarily while we find her a good home.

We got home and I put her in the upstairs area.  Its one room across the top of the house.  It used to be the attic.  The windows are small so I put her near the front window so she had natural daylight.  It was a mild day so I knew she wouldn't be cold.  The insulation up there is poor since this used to be the attic.  But I knew it would be better than any given day outside for her in November.  I let her chill out and rest.  A few hours later I brought her downstairs and let her mingle and be in our company.  She tweeted lightly and I believe she liked the company.  Once Moonie heard her, he went into freak outs of excitement and joy.  Moonie loves all other birds and any songs or tweets from Jays, Sparrows, Cardinals, Chickadees, whatever send him in a spree of shrieks and supposed Budgie songs.  Misfit was indifferent really.  She gave little acknowledgement of the bird.

Angie arrived home a couple hours later and met the little girl.  She adored her almost immediately especially when she began to tweet so softly.  We were pondering how to make this work, keeping her, but both knew it should not be.  But we were going to help her.

I had put a plea out to friends on helping find this bird a home.  A few offers came in and one was just so perfect for the bird and us.  We knew in this home, she'd be in the best of hands, with an experienced Budgie owner.  And the bird would have a couple feathered friends which is great for when the humans are busy, the Budgies have each other to talk to.  Angie and I cannot thank our friend Chris enough for taking her in.  Its one thing to find a home for an animal but words cannot describe when you know the animal is going to a great home.

Its been almost a week now since the bird arrived in her forever home.  She's doing very well and took little time adapting to her new surroundings.  She talks to her friends, she eats spinach which is something our birds never do...   eat anything but seed that is.  And most importantly, something we couldn't wait for, was this little girl was given a name.  Her name is "Belle".

Who knows how long Belle was out in the wild?  And imagine if she could talk, the stories she could share, much like our two birds.  All I know is I am grateful there are lots of caring people in this world, from Howie taking notice to this bird and wanting to help her, Angie and I for what we do, Chris for opening her home to this sweet little girl, and the many many others in this city, with their own stories.

Animals enhance our lives if we so choose to let them and make us better people.

All photos are courtesy of Howie, used by his permission.

See Ya Sideways Sam!

It is with sadness that I pass on the news of Sideways Sam and his outcome.

Toronto Wildlife Centre deemed his condition to be very rough and untreatable.  I called them Tuesday for an update and heard back from them on Wednesday.  They gave me a list of things wrong with the little guy and most severe was head trauma, which was in part cause for the condition in his eye, and he had a broken wrist some time ago that had set improperly.  I kinda forget the rest as big words were used and really it didn't matter because Sam wasn't coming home.  He went to the big forest in the sky.  They thanked me for catching him and bringing him in.

I feel like kinda feel like s**t as I think about it, and I am allowed to be sad.  But I know it was the best for him.  He's not suffering anymore and his passing was quick and painless.

We didn't have a very long time with him out back, not that I can say for certain.  The misfits of the yard, the ones who stand out among the rest for one reason or another get names.  Sammy got one in his final weeks among us and I guess that's pretty cool.  Even as a little Squirrel in a city full of humans, he still mattered and will be remembered in our memories and the 2 blogs about him.  The crook of the pine outside the back door is so empty without him there every morning waiting for breakfast.

Here's Angie words about him from her Facebook page...  R.I.P. Sideways Sam. I'm glad you made your home in our backyard, if only for a little while. I hope you knew some people cared about you. I'm glad you're not suffering anymore and I hope you run into Smokey, Jigger and all the others who have passed on from our backyard to the big backyard in the sky.

Of course if something like this ever happens again and we know an animal needs help, we will go the same route to try and help them.  I've turned 4 wildlife creatures into TWC and only one made it back out.  I'm hoping for a little turn around in those numbers.

I made this from one of my pics a couple months ago.  It's not Sam but I love the image and the words are so true that only some will get...

If you happened to have missed the initial blog about him, here it is.