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Visit with a nuthatch
I was at my computer and thought I heard a thump, which was confirmed when Fish and Fred left the room to investigate. So I went too, and on a hunch opened the front door to look outside the bird window. Sure enough, clinging to the underside of the brick ledge under the window was a brown-headed nuthatch.
It (I refuse to speculate on its sex) had its beak open, and was a little wet from the rain. Afraid it was shocky, I picked it up and held it in my cupped hands to warm it a little. After a while its head came down and the beak closed, then it began to turn its head back and forth looking at me and its surroundings. A few minutes after that I got its feet around a finger instead of curled up, and still it sat on my hand. Eventually I decided to try to put it on a dry branch of a shrub. As I moved to do that it flew, landing on the window frame up next to the soffit. It sat there a good 10 minutes or so (allowing the photo-op) before flying off to the big pine tree next to the feeders.
It (I refuse to speculate on its sex) had its beak open, and was a little wet from the rain. Afraid it was shocky, I picked it up and held it in my cupped hands to warm it a little. After a while its head came down and the beak closed, then it began to turn its head back and forth looking at me and its surroundings. A few minutes after that I got its feet around a finger instead of curled up, and still it sat on my hand. Eventually I decided to try to put it on a dry branch of a shrub. As I moved to do that it flew, landing on the window frame up next to the soffit. It sat there a good 10 minutes or so (allowing the photo-op) before flying off to the big pine tree next to the feeders.