Not only did I have a bird in my hand, I had it in a bug cage while it recovered from hitting our glass storm door. I found the little yellow bellied wren on its back on the cement with a menacing cardinal watching it from atop the bird feeder. I should have taken a photo of it. It was so beautiful and small. I gave it a few minutes to recover and freed it in the back yard. It is a rare opportunity to have a bird in the hand.
As long as I can recall, I have had an affinity for a furry or feathered bundle with a beating heart. Our morning started out with this pink nosed and toed pear eater. After I got a picture of him, he went off to the humane society to be released a thousand feet/yards from his capture address. It sounds like a revolving door to me, but maybe he will avoid this unpleasant experience. I can't say I much liked his looks, but the flies did.
Mouth open and showing teeth, it drooled. So very unpleasant and unappealing.
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