The bog was very fruitful today. I remembered my camera so I got a couple shots of the puddle jammed full of tiny polliwogs. The only time this puddle freaks me out is when Tabitha gets a drink from it and then pants in my direction with polliwogs stuck all over her tongue. There is just something very unsettling about that...
Here's the puddle. Can you see them all? I'm astounded by the numbers on a daily basis.
As I was walking along with my mother, searching for the Northern Water Snake in hopes to get a better shot of it, I noticed something moving about on the ground in a very jerky and unnatural way. Looked hurt. Jim was hunting frogs so I didn't have the need to freak out and go into full red alert protection mode. It ended up being a very pretty medium sized deep yellow & brown (grey?) bird. He was having a tough time so of course I helped him. I am going to be 100 years old, bringing home broken wild life. I'm cool with that. I have now fed him a ton of inchworms (he eats them right out of my hand! Can you stand it???) and I am trying to identify him. He's very unsteady on his feet and keeps tipping to the side. Something got him but the wound is not to bad. Not even bloody. The more I feed him, the more energy he has and the steadier he is on his feet. I hope he keeps improving or I am going to have to hand him to a wildlife rehabilitation center and I really don't want to. I love watching animals get better and go back where they belong. My mother thinks it's a way I rescue myself over and over again therefore filling a needy void in me. She's probably right. I wish Mr. F were here to give him a check up. He's good with birds and steady enough to really look it over without worrying about hurting the bird or having it drop dead for no rational reason. Sometimes I envy him for his steady eddie attitude.
Anyway, me and the bird are bonding and I have more worms to find before it's dark. I might just head to PetCo and cheat on the bug finding issue.
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