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Sunday, June 9, 2013
Free at last, free at last!
Bonus bird blogging.
I was lucky to attend a baby bird feeding at the Wild Bird Fund offices this afternoon (more pictures to follow). First though, we got to take one of their recovered patients to Central Park for release. This poor ovenbird had an unfortunate meeting with a glass window on Park Avenue, and broke a leg.
They used to have to euthanize birds with similar injuries, but now they use a bowl of seeds to support the bird's weight while the bone knits. And if his friskiness and apparent eagerness to be out of the carrier is any indication, the treatment is quite successful.
Once freed, he flew to a low branch about ten feet away and stayed there for several minutes, just looking around, before finally flying away.
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