Peacefully sitting at the computer this morning when my porn perusal was interrupted by the neighbor yelling for the wife and me at our front door.
Closing the computer windows, I went to the other room to see what was up. She'd just gotten back from the dog park and two of her dogs were nosing around something. As she caught up to them, there was a baby bird, out of it's nest. She didn't see a nest, and knew another dog would get the little thing if she left it.
She brought it home and discovered our Wildlife Rehab Center didn't open until nine AM. She and her partner were going to be busy until noon, so did we have time to take the little critter out.
Right! Like there was any question about that.
We headed out a bit before nine and there was already a few others bringing in all sorts of creatures needing attention. One family even had a small fawn that had been clipped on the back leg by a car.
We filled out the form, plus made a donation. The little birdie was taken inside and handed over to the vets. I can check in a couple days to find out birdie's progress. The vet didn't have time to do a thorough ID, but said maybe a Warbler of some type.
I have Google Lens on my phone, which identifies photos and tries to match with Google archives. That came up with either a tropical bird (big nope) or a Baltimore Oriole. Looking at Oriole chick photos it's a good possibility.
Here's our little rescue mission.
