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While hanging out inside the Geologists’ Cabin one day I noticed a small black bird that kept walking through the open door of the cabin to hop up on the edge of Willow’s bowls. It was a brave little thing as Willow was laying on her pad all of two or three feet away.
Willow’s kibble was too big for it to swallow but it tried several times. The water was easier and it took numerous sips out of her water bowl over an hour or so of in and out visits. With a nice spring all of 25 yards away down the hill from the cabin it didn’t need the water but maybe it found the cool, burro-poop-free, Brita-filtered water a nice change of pace.
When it was walking around it had an obvious limp and we could see that one foot was noticeably larger than the other. It was hard to see details what with the light streaming in the door and backlighting the bird and trying to get a closer look just caused it to fly away.
After a bit we went outside to read and relax under our awning in the front of the cabin and forgot all about the bird. Imagine our surprise when we came back to the door and startled it in the process of filching another drink from Willow’s bowl. Since we were between the door and escape it flew towards the window. It luckily didn’t smack into the glass but instead got itself a bit tangled in the thin curtains we had pulled across the window to keep out the worst of the mid-day sun. Not wanting it to hurt itself I immediately went across the room to grab it and help it out.
It, obviously, was not too thrilled about this new situation and gave out a few chirps of annoyance and alarm and gave me a couple of bites to show he was serious about his (or her) attitude. Luckily its beak seemed to be designed for bug eating and not seed crushing or else those bites might have been painful and damaging.
Once we had him firmly but gently in hand I took a look at his foot to see what was the issue. It was obvious that some sort of thin fiber or twine had gotten wrapped around its foot and then a burr had become entangled as well so it essentially had this ball of string and sharp spiky things attached to its foot and cutting into its skin. It seemed to be man-made fiber and so was not just going to degrade and fall off over time
You could tell it had been on there a while as it had embedded itself into its skin. Carefully keeping a nice grip so it could not struggle too much I quickly went and got my little Swiss Army Knife with the tiny scissors and a pair of tweezers and set about removing the mass from its foot.
To get to all the little nooks and crannies between its toes I had to turn it several times to get at it from different angles and it was none too pleased about that but was still more calm and quiet than I would have expected. Layer by layer, strand by strand I was able to cut, pull, unwind and remove the tangle.
After a few minutes we finally got it all off and had a pile of material that did not belong wrapped around a bird’s foot.
You could see the deformation the tangle had caused. At one point it had obviously cut into his foot, caused bleeding, oozing and swelling and then had crusted over. Yuuum.
Seeing that we did not cause any new bleeding I walked him outside, opened my hand and he flew away.
I would love to be able to report that he was a grateful little bird and came back later to thank me for my services but that did not happen. I’m pretty sure that the whole experience was his version of an E-Ticket Ride on the Giant Dipper at the Santa Cruz Beach & Boardwalk and he was a weeny who would rather ride in the spinning teacups.
Glad we could help.