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The ones here are much darker too but not very skittish. I used to have one that would come in through the kitchen window and hop around checking what other food was available before stealing cat biscuits - it soon got used to me enough that it'd stay in the room while I was there and even eat crumbs from my plate if I let it.
It makes me feel so guilty enjoying watching them bc I know they are invasive! But they are pretty neat and their social interactions are funny. They are very inquisitive birds.Starlings are not native to North America, and they have a huge impact on some of our more timid native birds.
Farmers have problems with them in the Autumn eating corn from the fields - they can ruin a crop!
https://www.skedaddlewildlife.com/location/toronto/blog/are-starlings-native-to-canada/#:~:text=Today, the common starling is,making them an invasive species.
This is a little too close to dead, I'm so glad she is ok!So… I have a whole not-dead-chicken story.
My hen Raven has been battling some digestive issue for years, and last year we had to rescue her from fly strike.
She had been chugging along all of this summer in a pretty stable state, but we hadn’t been checking on her as often as we should have.
Literally the week before I was supposed to go back to college, she got fly strike again. (Our fault for not checking on her.)
My incredible mom does the actual… removal if anyone gets fly strike; I looked at it once and couldn’t eat properly for days.I am the official chicken-handler. So my mom looked Raven over; without going into details, things didn’t look good. Not a straightforward presentation like the last time.
We debated for a long time about what to do. Raven’s no spring chicken at 7 years old, and we didn’t want to put her through stress she couldn’t handle. Eventually, we decided that the kindest thing we could do was to put her down.
So I said my goodbyes to my old ugly pumpkin, and took myself down the hill to my lovely grandparents, who always let me sit on their couch and cry over a chicken when I need to.
A few minutes later, my mom called. “We haven’t put her down yet. I just feel like we should read about the treatment again. I want to be sure there’s nothing else we can do.”
Long story short, there was, and we did. I came back up to the house, with the feathers I had trimmed as a memorial of Raven in my pocket, and helped my mom with the first treatment.
We weren’t sure if it would work, but we kept tending to her, and after several uncertain days she began to improve.
She’s not 100% yet, but she’s much aliver than I believed possible.It is strange to say your goodbyes and grieve, then a few days later have your pet running up to you for food.
So, the rotisserie has resurrected!
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I am grateful for the intercession of Sts. Jude (lost causes), Ignatius of Loyola (bravely endured a slow-healing injury), Damien of Molokai (devoted his life to caring for the sick), and Francis (patron of animals).![]()
She’s beautiful, I’m glad she’s still amongst the living!I have been advised that Miss Boots and her horiffic choice of sun snoozing pose should join this thread. She is fine of course...she just likes to make sure that my adrenaline level isn't lol.
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