January 12th, 2009

loud fayoumis


So my cousin went out for his jog a few days ago (the younger cousin, the one home from college) and came back shortly later holding a tiny puffed-up hummingbird that he'd found on the sidewalk. I saw the flash of green and red in his hand as the light struck it at just the right angle. He put it in the kitchen on a plate covered with a washcloth. It was making weird thrusting motions with its beak and tongue. The tongue was just visible poking out of the beak, looking like a little clear tube. While my cousin was looking on the internet for what to do next, I grabbed a grape and squished it for juice and offered that to the hummingbird, allowing the tip of its tongue to encounter the drop of juice, almost as I'd do for a chicken who needed water.

The hummingbird was all about that, and guzzled down juice to feed its ferocious little metabolism. My cousin returned and mixed sugar-water and tried that. It was easier to get the hummingbird to drink from a drop on the grape or on a finger than from the pipette my cousin brought down.

He fed the hummingbird while I looked up rehabilitators. I located something vaguely local and called them; I called back when I realized they were less local than I thought. The person advised me that given my description of the way the hummingbird was acting, it was likely that it would not survive the trip, but I wound up being referred to http://www.peninsulahumanesociety.org/ in any case. We put the hummingbird in a box with a washcloth and I turned the heat up in the car. I could take my little car's heater on full blast uncomfortably, but I wouldn't die of it, and the hummingbird might die of chill if I didn't.

When I showed up, I was told that he was an adult Anna's Hummingbird, and they put him in an incubator in the back room. They were busy, and they didn't know whether he'd make it or not, but he at least had a fighting chance.
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17 tweets for 2009-1-12

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Monday, 0748: This is not a proper hour for being awake.
  • Monday, 0748: I seem to have "Womanizer" stuck in my head again.
  • Monday, 1008: @ataniell93 That stuff's scary. Wow. And unfortunately I've heard a lot of it before.
  • Monday, 1352: OMFG I cannot wait for [spoiler] to be published. /me *dies*
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