There was the day that I rescued a hummingbird. To hold a hummingbird in your hand is a wonder. I had opened the barn door to our workshop so that I could photograph a window I had been working on. When I went into the workshop, there was a hummingbird in distress trying to escape the workshop and get back outside through a closed window. I bellowed for John, and the two of us managed the rescue. John blocked the light from the other windows, and I managed to get my hands around the hummingbird....gently carried her outside...and released her. She flew high, high into the sky. And I felt blessed to have the experience.
A couple of days later, I was walking our two dogs. We were returning from picking up the newspaper, and walking up our 1/2 mile long driveway. I could hear the guineas squawking madly, and wondered how many we would return to. (we have lost 3 guineas this year...meals for the local wildlife)
I looked up the driveway, and saw something...what was it?...it took a few seconds to realize, but it was the most beautiful fox. He trotted along the driveway towards the dogs and me. Our dogs saw him, but seemed dumbfounded, and were still and quiet. The fox was oblivious to us and got within 40 feet...he looked up...saw us...paused a split second...then darted into the woods. Good thing our dogs were on leash. Otherwise, they would have given chase. And again I felt so very lucky for the experience. (I should note here that we didn't lose any guineas this time, but now I know perhaps the culprit of the previous losses).
|Our newest guineas....guineau babies are "keets"|
Day one....I knew two were sick. They were shivering and laying face down...definitely not a good sign. I removed them from the crate, wrapped them in an old dish towel, and shoved them under my sweat shirt next to my tummy to keep them warm. It was a rainy day, and I watched some recorded shows while keet warming. After a couple of hours they started to move and peep. I was very hopeful as I put them back into the crate, but it was not to be. They were dead by the next morning.
We lost 4 more keets over the next two days. From 8 to 2 in the blink of an eye. The good news is....the remaining 2 look healthy. They are already growing feathers on their wings, and scurry around chirping.
This morning I checked in on them and discovered that one was blocked up with poop. This is something I had been warned about...if you don't clean off the hunk of poop from their bum, they can die. Yikes. Imagine if you can...me half crawling into the dog crate (it's a large crate) to remove the keet. I put some water in a bucket and gently wash his bum!!
I can't believe this...yes, I washed a bird's butt.
How did you start your day? Bet you can't top that!