Pirates have parrots, right? Well, what about Odin, the raven, for a Viking? This guy is actually a crow (I think), and a small one at that.
I found him on the ground when I took Mak out to do his business. He couldn’t fly and I can’t resist helping animals. So I put Mak in the house and went back out to catch him.
Mak was just a tad too interested. When Odin squawked in the house, Mak went bonkers. Plus the only real place for a wild animal is in the wild, the home habitat. Maybe if this guy had been permanently disabled…
Can you see how sweaty I became first from having caught him, then the “what do I do now?” stress?The vet was at home and admitted she wasn’t an avian vet but she graciously opened the clinic to meet us. Odin passed a cursory exam and we let him go in the room. He seemed to fly pretty well but I didn’t want to release him only to see him struggle but not be able to recapture him. I suggested tying a string to his legs and letting him go just to see how strong his wings appeared. When we released him the vet thought he seemed well enough to set free, that he’d recovered enough to make it.
Incidentally, I’ve been calling him a him but he could have been a she. Birds have a cloaca, and I’m not expert enough to differentiate. But check out these sexy ankles! And I’ll tell you what, those feet were strong and the nails needle sharp!I brought him back home to release him in his home environment. Odin said he wanted to stay with me and the “crazy four-legs,” but I gently encouraged him to be with his own kind.I released him and at first he refused to fly. He seemed pretty insecure, as if his balance was off. When I put the camera down, I inadvertently shut off the video. I thought I’d captured great footage of him sitting on my wrist as I talked to him. Distracted, I didn’t realize the camera wasn’t running because Mak pushed his way through the slider and came galloping over. I was able to simply reach out, pick up the crow off my arm and tuck him back into my chest until I’d resecured Mak.
Odin then walked the railing a bit before finally fluttering to the tree you can see behind him. He sat in the branches alternately sitting still and flapping around. I brought a chair out so I could keep an eye on him. If he fell, I’d have run down to rescue him. I lit the charcoal to make dinner as I waited and watched. Before the charcoal was fully ready for burgers, Odin flew from the tree and disappeared into the pines in back.