Welcome from Missi, Avian Ambassador at Wild Bird Rescue, Inc.

I came to Wild Bird Rescue in the summer of 2009. Some woman found me on the ground and picked me up. Good thing she knew what to do. She took me to Wild Bird Rescue. At the door, a nice lady named Lila, picked me up and took me into a room called the infirmary. After a complete exam, Lila put me in this large box called a carrier. I stayed there for a few weeks while everyone decided what to do with me. Because I had completely lost my left eye, I would not do well if released back into the wild. The Migratory Bird Act of 1918 says I have to be releasable or be euthanized. Lucky for me Wild Bird Rescue decided to keep me around as their first education bird. I like to be called their Avian Ambassador...I think that sounds more important. Don't you? I will be going out to schools in the fall to help with presentations. I wonder if I get to use PowerPoint? I hope you enjoy keeping up with my trials and tribulations while I am learning how to work on the glove.

Friday, August 27, 2010

August 27, 2010

Fall is upon us and with Fall comes lots of fun events.  I will be at Park Place Christian Church on Oct. 2nd at the Blessing of the Pets.  As the Avian Ambassador, I will be representing all of our birds past, present, and future.  Then on Oct. 12, I will be at River Bend Nature Center for the Eco Fair.  Lila will be putting on a program as part of the event.  Of course if your school or organization would like to have a program, just call Wild Bird Rescue at 940-691-0828.  Phee Phew!

Monday, August 23, 2010

August 23, 2010

Lila starts school today.  I'm going to miss having her at Wild Bird Rescue all the time.  At least she will still come and feed me morning and night.  Phee Phew!

Friday, August 20, 2010

August 20, 2010

If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, it must be a duck.  What a minute...ducks??? Bob and Lila have done it again.  Why are there two ducks in the other half of my education mew?  Did anyone ask my permission?  Of course not!  How's a bird going to get any respect!  Phee Phew

Thursday, August 19, 2010

August 19, 2010

Would someone please take Lila's alarm clock and smash it?  She's been coming by Wild Bird Rescue in the morning before the sun is up.  This summer I got to sleep in every day and she didn't come into my mew until mid morning.  Now she is waving superworms at me and misting me with water before I can even get my eye open.  Geeez Lila...get a life!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

August 11, 2010

Lila released this bird, a Common Night Hawk, at dusk this evening.  It sat in the tree until the sun was almost down.  See how the coloration helps it camouflage itself in the tree?  Once it heard the calls of the other Night Hawks, it took flight in the sky with them. Farewell my feathered friend.  Phee Phew!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

August 10,2010

My Dear Winnie,
   Thank you for the lovely color page you made for me.  It was beautiful and I am so proud of it!  Lila put it in my binder where she keeps all my special papers and important dates.  I will cherish it forever!
Phee Phew!

August 9, 2010

Aiight dawg, I was ranching out in da hood with a bunch of my broskillets in da crib fo shizzle.  Translation: I was put in the other aviary with 18 fledgling Mississippi Kites while some repairs were being made to my aviary.  I'm giggy with it!  Phee Phew

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

August 4, 2010

The arrival of a common night hawk always excites everyone at Wild Bird Rescue. It is a fun bird to hand feed with it enormous, frog-like mouth gaping for a soaked mealworm or two. The common night hawk pursues insects both at dawn and dusk in rural and urban areas. These birds are a common sight around street and stadium lights at night where large groups of insects gather. Its erratic flight makes it often look like a big bat which has earned it the nickname “bullbat.”

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

August 3, 2010

Aaaahhhhh...just got sprayed down with some cool, clear, water!  Water...water....cool, clear, water.  Hey...wait a minute, I think those are the lyrics to an old Marty Robbins' song.  You can't blame a bird for breakin' into a good ol' country song every now and then.