
This is a house finch, as seen from a distance of about one inch away. She would like to inquire about your sandwich, if that's all right.
Category Photography / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Avian (Other)
Size 1200 x 986px
File Size 246.7 kB
The full story is, this finch bonked her head on my window and knocked herself for a loop. After determining that she was only stunned, I very gently moved her to a safer location (away from where the dogs could get her). Once I saw that she was well on her way to recovery, I took a couple of pix and then left her to her own devices. She flew away about ten minutes later, and seemed no worse for the experience. :P
It was a nightmare! lol
He was thrown out of the nest because of a deformed fist-like foot which I eventually had to remove toes from when they dried up. Because of this, he couldn't stand on that foot to preen one of his sides, so that had to be done delicately with tweesers (pulling the tubing off of the fresh quills... very tedious)
He had to be fed every 15 minutes for almost a month when I first found him. Eventually he started sleeping through the night, but of course woke up peeping the second the sun came up.
I was a bartender at the time, and I had to bring him to work with me in his tupperware nest where he would proceed to "sing along" with the jukebox, which was pretty adorable. He was kinda dumb for a while and couldn't figure out how to drink, so we had to drip water into his mouth with our fingertips even when he was mostly grown. He eventually figured out his dish, thank god.
His "birdy-daddy" got custody when we broke up because I was moved into a studio apartment with my horrible cat, so he is still alive but I don't see him.
He was thrown out of the nest because of a deformed fist-like foot which I eventually had to remove toes from when they dried up. Because of this, he couldn't stand on that foot to preen one of his sides, so that had to be done delicately with tweesers (pulling the tubing off of the fresh quills... very tedious)
He had to be fed every 15 minutes for almost a month when I first found him. Eventually he started sleeping through the night, but of course woke up peeping the second the sun came up.
I was a bartender at the time, and I had to bring him to work with me in his tupperware nest where he would proceed to "sing along" with the jukebox, which was pretty adorable. He was kinda dumb for a while and couldn't figure out how to drink, so we had to drip water into his mouth with our fingertips even when he was mostly grown. He eventually figured out his dish, thank god.
His "birdy-daddy" got custody when we broke up because I was moved into a studio apartment with my horrible cat, so he is still alive but I don't see him.
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