I heard the sound of a familiar "thwap" and rushed to see what was about.
Bird do sometimes fly into our sliding glass doors leading to our deck. The vast majority of the times they recover and fly off. On the morning of this picture it was a tiny chickadee who hit the glass door and I noted the small bird lay upon the deck floor, flopping around, appearing to be badly injured.
While I pondered what to do the dog too heard the commotion on the deck as she was out in the yard at the time. I note her running towards the deck and I feared that if that chickadee were to have a chance I'd have to get it away from snooping wet nose of curious dog.
Dog does not dislike birds but she's curious. She'd never hurt a bird intentionally but she does nose around and with her bigness and the bird's smallness, I figured it best to grab the thrashing bird myself and get it away from do.
Which is how the chickadee ended up in my hand. Husband and all cats came by my call to the other side of the glass door. Husband sees I have chickadee in my hand and I look to him for guidance. Cause I didn't know what to do.
"Put him down on the other side of the fence," husband shouted.
Doing this would keep the chickadee away from curious dog but I'd have to walk across the yard to get to fence. Meanwhile the little guy sat quiet and evidently content on my hand.
Husband and I both were entranced at this small bird sitting sweetly, and happily it would seem, in my hand. Oh I know he was likely stunned by hitting the door but he seemed physically fine, not that I'm any expert on avian health.
His mate, meanwhile, was flitting nervously about all the trees, clicking out commands that the disoriented fellow should get off of human hand and get up here in tree where birds belong.
I did walk across the yard, as chickadee remained calm in my hand. At the fence I lightly moved arm up and down and chickadee did fly off at this movement. He seemed fine, he flew right to a tree, safe from dog and with happy mate following me across the yard and now happy that the little guy was back.
I held that chickadee in my hand for about ten full minutes. I did manage to get a picture, goodness it wasn't easy. But I dug out my cell with my free hand and got it ready to snap, all the while the chickadee sitting in my hand, not at all scared.
Wow.
I must thank my God giving me such an opportunity to hold one of His precious bird fellows, just the thought of it gives me yet another smile.
