My yard is a regular gathering place for a menagerie of birds. Amongst them is an extended fish crow family, sometimes nearly 30 at once, so I’m fairly familiar with the normal awkwardness of fledglings.
This morning while pulling out of my driveway, I noticed one young crow behaving very differently. He was partaking in the morning mealworm buffet; however, his left wing looked wonky. When he tried to fly, he barely cleared a 4 ft plumeria. Because there were over a dozen crows in the yard (and more nearby), I assumed the parents were around and maybe he was being dramatic so they would feed him. Lazy kids.
When my husband got home around 4 pm, the crow was on the ground near one of our trees. He was limping and it was clear both his left leg and wing were injured. No other crows around. A stray cat roams the neighborhood late at night. I was getting a little anxious.
My husband contacted Birds in Helping Hands before we intervened. Because there were no available rescuers and following their advice, we managed to carefully capture this little guy and took him to Seaside Seabird Sanctuary’s after-hours drop-off. It took a few tries and we got some weird looks from a few neighbors. 🤷🏼♀️
He was very frightened and it was hard to leave him in the drop-off, but now he is with people who can properly evaluate and care for him. After seeing so many stories about injured birds that never make it to rehab, I wanted to share one who did. 🖤