Yay, chick! That incident would have really bothered me too, and I would start thinking of things I should have done to keep "my" birds safe. Did you get the perpetrator away safely?
When we lived in the country, we had a snake experience that, had it been recorded, would be a YouTube sensation. At least I think watching me, in my nightgown, attempting to save a snake from the dogs, would have been pretty funny. It was a big black snake, and I kept picking it up with a stick and trying to get it to go outside the fence, and it kept turning around and heading right back towards the dogs. Snakes don't take direction well.
I still haven't decided what to do with him. I guess I need to do it now.
I still haven't decided what to do with him. I guess I need to do it now.
"Oh yeah. I've got a snake in a can..."
Well, he's still in there. Looks pretty contented, as a matter of fact. So release should be straightforward. I got out the SO's hunting maps, and found a place I think I'll release him. It's in the national forest. It's actually a water treatment area, but a natural one, so they've done it up all nice as a created wetland wildlife area. I think I can park and haul the trash can out there pretty easily and still have him be pretty clear of where people will go.
But since I'm going to release him and not kill him (go figure, he's lucky I put it off, because yesterday I was not feeling so charitable) I think I'll wait until the SO gets home. He'll probably want to see the snake.
Yay, so glad to hear the chick is fine!
I didn't realize how invested I was in the outcome until I read it. We lost a rescue chick once, and it still hurts. I guess unconsciously I mapped it onto your phoebe, Liese.
Most birds have learned that my house is not a good place to hang out. They will chill on the dock pilings some to torment the dog and cat, but the word has gone out about Georgia's ability to catch the low and slow.
I love reading about Liese and askye's effort on behalf of our feathered friends.
Teppy, how is your brother doing? I am continuing to send positive thoughts his way.
Well, I have successfully relocated Snakester McVillain. He was unhappy about the car ride, let me tell you. He was thrashing back and forth inside the trash can. I thought sure he was going to tip it and I was going to have loose angry snake in the van. Motherfucking snake in this motherfucking van!
But we made it to Pintail Lake. I opened the can and let him sit there for a bit to chill, and he finally did. So then I tipped the can over and retreated, thinking he'd shoot out, but he was very cautious and declined to leave the can for a while. Then he came out and went underneath the handy rock I had provided for him.
The baby phoebe has once more escaped the nest, this time landing inside a bag of our recyclables. She was very unhappy with me retrieving her from there, but I don't know what else to do. I can't keep handling her, but she also can't live inside my recycling bag! So I got her back up in the nest again, and we have rigged up a catching platform (i.e., my repurposed tray feeder) on top of a ladder underneath the nest. If she falls on it, we'll just leave her there, but I suspect freedom is in her heart at this point. Unfortunately for her, her tail feathers are not fully developed enough for flight.
Anyway. She's back for the moment. I don't know how much I can or should do.
I think she's gotten the taste of freedom, and also probably rightfully doesn't feel like the nest is particularly safe. Which is all true, but it is MORE SAFE THAN THE GROUND, phoebe!
Oh, no, Cass, I'm so sorry! Poor Kittenish! I'm glad you got to be with her at the last, though.
