Wordless Wednesday with birds and words!

16 Jul

Bewick's Wren (Thryomanes bewickii)

Poor little Bewick’s Wren (Thryomanes bewickii) got into a tussle with another bird — perhaps a house finch, I’m not sure.  In escaping, it ran into a window at my mother-in-law’s house.  Rebounding from that, it ran into a net that keeps the plum trees (see trees behind) from dumping all their leaves into her pool.  I worried about this net when they put it up but it’s been more than a year and we’ve never had a bird get caught in it.  I think they can see it just fine (it’s the same kind used to keep birds off fruit trees) but this one was in a panic.  Repeating silently in my head, “Tom can do this, so can I!  Tom can do this, so can I!  Tom can do this, so can I!“, I gently extracted the bird from the netting.  I held it carefully while checking to see if it had any blood or other obvious signs of injury.

Bewick's Wren (Thryomanes bewickii)

In a moment, it wanted to sit on my hand (and poop, clearly) so I let it.  As I held it, I quietly asked Ruth to get my camera and she took these first two pictures.  I figured it was a House Wren but I’m pretty sure it’s actually a Bewick’s Wren (Lifer! Nope, not a lifer — saw one at Elkhorn Slough before!) That strong white eye stripe is pretty telling.

Bewick's Wren (Thryomanes bewickii)

Ruthie gave the camera to Greg who captured what happened next.  The little darling didn’t want my hand anymore but must have felt safely camoflauged on my shirt — how clever of me to dress like a Wren that day).  It stayed on my shirt for a few minutes.  I actually walked over and sat in my chair — we were having appetizers and cocktails by the pool when all this happened.  It stayed with me for a few minutes and then flew off — it was still a little dazed and managed to flounder back into the net — I got up and went over but it slipped through the net (clever bird) and flew into the plum tree to rest some more.  We let it be — clearly it had recovered.

I felt so lucky to hold this delicate creature — it was like holding air — and that it trusted me enough to let me give it the time it needed for recovery.  I’m so grateful that my daughter got to see it — although she didn’t get touch it as she wanted to.  An encounter like that with nature will stick with a child (and a grown woman) forever.  Thank you, little wren!


12 Responses to “Wordless Wednesday with birds and words!”

  1. Lynne 16 July, 2008 at 3:31 am #

    What a gift to be able to help the wren, hold it, see it up close, and Ruthie was there for the whole thing!

  2. wren 16 July, 2008 at 3:48 am #

    Glad there was a happy ending. We wrens have to stick together. 🙂

    Great photos and kudos to you for helping the little guys get back on his feet …er…. wings.

  3. Clare 16 July, 2008 at 4:21 am #

    Very cool Liza Lee. It is like holding air, isn’t it?

  4. robin andrea 16 July, 2008 at 5:56 am #

    Sometimes all a little bird needs is a few safe minutes of rest. They are the lightest little things, aren’t they? Great photographs and a truly memorable experience.

  5. jodyss 16 July, 2008 at 7:53 am #

    Simply amazing. And awesome photos. Wow!

  6. jayne 16 July, 2008 at 11:13 am #

    Awww… so glad you all were there to save the day. What a sweetie pie.

  7. FC 16 July, 2008 at 5:06 pm #

    Good save and what a great experience for you!

  8. Miz S 17 July, 2008 at 3:02 am #

    Yay Liza Lee!

  9. Mary Carlson 17 July, 2008 at 8:21 pm #

    That poor little wren had quite a rough day. I’m sure glad it recovered. Thanks for sharing your experience with us.

  10. bevson 22 July, 2008 at 6:39 pm #

    Good for you! Sometimes the outcomes are not so good. I held a warbler once, it was amazing.

  11. Pam 24 July, 2008 at 3:13 pm #

    So glad your daughter got to experience all this. What a thrill. These many days later, I bet you still feel high 🙂 Nature – nothing like it 🙂


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