Daily Archives: March 8, 2017

Helping A Feathered Friend

We’ve had typical Virginia weather this week: winter for a day or two, then spring/summer. A few days ago, the temp was in the twenties at daybreak; this morning, it was 63.

So, since I’m trying to get back in my habit of walking 30 minutes everyday, I’ve been taking advantage of the nice weather.

Monday afternoon, I was walking in the neighborhood, and as I approached a pick-up truck parked along the street, I saw something fall into the bed. Since I noticed it out of the corner of my eye, I really wasn’t sure what it was. But I knew it landed with a thud.

When I got to the truck, I cautiously peered over the side and saw (what appeared to be) a young bird. It was trying to fly, but wasn’t able to clear the sides of the truck bed.

This may not be the very worst photo I’ve ever shared on my blog, but it’s in the top two.  Maybe someone recognizes the coloring: red head and black wings with white spots.

It looks to me to be some type of woodpecker. And, although he couldn’t fly, he sure could flutter. I walked from one side of the truck to the other several times, trying to catch him.  And I was wondering the entire time if Mama Bird was somewhere nearby, watching and waiting to swoop down on my head.

Finally, I was able to grasp him when he came to the back corner of the bed. He didn’t care for me having him in hand. But once I put him on the ground,  he scurried up a nearby tree.

I’m sure he probably would have figured out how to get out of the truck bed – eventually.  But it was nice to be at the right place at the right time to help a little feathered friend.

~These Days Of Mine~