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Rainbows in an Endangered Finch

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous. —Aristotle

I captured this brave little fellow at Butterfly World’s Jewels of the Sky Aviary, the largest free-flight hummingbird aviary in the United States. It’s a most amazing, beautiful, and fairy-like place — a huge and lush flower-filled habitat of Hummingbirds, Honeycreepers, and Euphonias.

The Gouldian Finch (Erythrura gouldiae), also known as the Lady Gouldian Finch, Gould’s Finch, or the Rainbow Finch, was named for Elizabeth Gould, wife of British ornithological artist John Gould. This spectacularly-colored little bird is native to Australia, where their numbers have decreased dramatically throughout the 20th century due to habitat loss. They remain an endangered species in their natural habitat, with less than 2,500 remaining.

In 1992, the species was classified as endangered in the wild. That same year, Catwoman stuffed a poor Gouldian into her mouth in Batman Returns— some say, to raise awareness for their plight.

Catwoman eyes the Penguin’s Gouldian in “Batman Returns”

However, they’re popular birds in captivity and among breeders, which keeps their general populations higher. The delicate Gouldian Finches are difficult to breed outside of their native Australia — they demand a clean environment and excellent nutrition to survive and thrive, and aren’t suggested for novice breeders. (I personally have issues with caged birds, but wanted to include this tidbit.) While attempts at their reintroduction have proved unsuccessful, thankfully these lovely finches are the subject of a conservation program in Australia. There are currently plans to recover and conserve their natural habitats, with management guidelines discussed to educate landholders about land management, promoting the recovery program, and Gouldian Finch conservation.

Gouldian Finches gather in flocks in the wild, most likely to protect against predation. They’re highly sociable birds, but more often with other birds than with humans. Both sexes are brightly colored, with black, green, yellow, and red markings — but with selective breeding, there are now many color mutations. As usual, females tend to be less brightly colored (the males do the strutting). Gouldians bond and mate for life.

In honor of this beautiful, endangered, and brave little finch, may you have an equally bright weekend!

Gouldian Finch (Rainbow Finch)

A most amazing story (one I’ve been following for some time), of a volunteer wildlife rehabilitator, battling cancer, and his relationship with a truly remarkable eagle. Read more of the beginnings of Freedom — from injured eaglet to powerful rehabilitator in his own right — and faith, the power of love, and the kinship of all life, in Jeff Guidry’s book “An Eagle Named Freedom: My True Story of a Remarkable Friendship.”

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Photo: I wanted to share this wonderful story with you all <3 Please feel free to share <3</p><p>Freedom and Jeff<br />Freedom and  I have been together 11 years this summer.<br />She came  in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings.<br />Her left  wing doesn't open all the way even after surgery,<br />it  was broken in 4 places.<br />She's my baby.</p><p>When Freedom  came in she could not stand<br />and both wings were  broken. She was<br />emaciated and covered in lice. We  made the<br />decision to give her a chance at life, so I  took<br />her to the vet's office. From then<br />on, I  was always around her. We had her in a<br />huge dog  carrier with the top off, and it<br />was loaded up with  shredded newspaper for her to<br />lay in. I used to sit  and talk to her,<br />urging her to live, to fight; and  she would lay<br />there looking at me with those big  brown eyes.<br />We also had to tube feed her for  weeks.</p><p>This went on  for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still<br />couldn't stand.  It got to the point where the<br />decision was made to  euthanize her<br />if she couldn't stand in a week. You  know you don't<br />want to cross that line between  torture and<br />rehab, and it looked like death was<br />winning. She was going to be put<br />down that  Friday, and I was supposed to come in<br />on that  Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go<br />to the  center that Thursday, because I couldn't<br />bear the  thought of her being euthanized;<br />but I went anyway,  and when I walked in everyone<br />was grinning from ear  to ear. I went<br />immediately back to her cage; and  there she was,<br />standing on her own, a big beautiful<br />eagle. She was ready to live. I was<br />just about  in tears by then. That<br />was a very good day. </p><p>We knew she  could never fly, so the director<br />asked me to glove  train her.<br />I got her used to the glove,<br />and then  to jesses, and we started<br />doing education programs  for schools<br />in western Washington .<br />We wound up  in the newspapers,<br />radio (believe it or not) and  some<br />TV. Miracle Pets even did a show<br />about  us.</p><p>In the  spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with<br />non-Hodgkin's  lymphoma. I had stage 3,<br />which is not good (one  major organ plus<br />everywhere), so I wound up doing 8  months of<br />chemo. Lost the hair - the whole<br />bit.  I missed a lot of work. When I<br />felt good enough, I  would go to Sarvey<br />and take Freedom out for walks.  Freedom would<br />also come to me in my dreams and help  me fight<br />the cancer. This happened time and time  again.</p><p>Fast forward  to November 2000</p><p>the day after Thanksgiving,<br />I  went in for my last checkup.<br />I was told that if the  cancer was not<br />all gone after 8 rounds of chemo,  then my last<br />option was a stem cell transplant.  Anyway, they<br />did the tests; and I had to come back  Monday for<br />the results. I went in Monday, and I was<br />told that all the cancer was gone.</p><p>So the first  thing I did was get up to Sarvey and<br />take the big  girl out for a walk. It was misty<br />and cold. I went to  her flight and jessed her<br />up, and we went out front  to the top of the<br />hill. I hadn't said a word to<br />Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me<br />and wrapped both<br />her wings around me to where I<br />could feel them pressing in on my back<br />(I was  engulfed in eagle wings), and she<br />touched my nose  with her beak and stared into my<br />eyes, and we just  stood there like that<br />for I don't know how long .  That was a<br />magic moment We have been soul mates  ever<br />since she came in. This is a very special  bird.</p><p>On a side  note: I have had people who<br />were sick come up to us  when we are out, and<br />Freedom has some kind of hold  on<br />them. I once had a guy who was<br />terminal come  up to us and<br />I let him hold her.<br />His knees just  about buckled and he<br />swore he could feel her power  course through his<br />body. I have so many stories like  that..</p><p>I never  forget the honor I have of being so close<br />to such a  magnificent spirit as Freedom.<br />~Jeff</p><p>If you enjoyed this, please share <3

Freedom and Jeff
Freedom and I have been together 11 years this summer.
She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings.
Her left wing doesn’t open all the way even after surgery,
it was broken in 4 places.
She’s my baby.When Freedom came in she could not stand
and both wings were broken. She was
emaciated and covered in lice. We made the
decision to give her a chance at life, so I took
her to the vet’s office. From then
on, I was always around her. We had her in a
huge dog carrier with the top off, and it
was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to
lay in. I used to sit and talk to her,
urging her to live, to fight; and she would…

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Sunbeams Forever

I don’t usually delve into personal issues, but I had to honor her. And I won’t harp on those sad, unfortunate souls who dumped her in a sparse Florida field abutting alligator-infested lakes, to fend for herself. There are many of these, and I’d rather not give them the power of my words — I’ll bestow that upon the efforts of the rescue groups and individuals doing so much for the abused and abandoned animals of the world, in countless ways. Rather, I’ll thank whoever abandoned her, for bringing us together. Confused, starved, covered in filth, and physically broken — but still desperate for human affection.

She quickly grew to thrive in the alpha role of the household, not thoroughly appreciating the new rescues, but always maintaining a calm, steady, and queenly presence…. “You know, death in the animal world isn’t seen in the same morose light as death in your world. Just let them be; they’ll make their ways fine and dandy on their own,” she seemed to say, in her haughty and gorgeous half-Maine Coon self. Of course, if they came to me, I couldn’t ignore their plights.

But on the first day of the glorious month of June, I bid farewell to my little princess after 17 years — how old she was exactly, I’ll never know. Nineteen? Twenty? She was fully grown when we pulled her out of that overgrown field; an abandoned housecat surviving major injuries during her fight for survival, including broken legs — which we thank Cosequin and Adequan for their help in easing her pain — but which would prove to be too much at the end of her long life. And after surprising everyone, in beating diabetes and stalling kidney failure (with the help of insulin and natural treatments) — the final straw would prove to be a stroke or brain tumor, creating mental confusion, a personality shift, and even more pain and weakness to her already damaged legs — quickly prompting us to make a most loving decision. It never gets easier. They’re a part of our family, and it’s our responsibility to honor them in these most precious moments, as quickly as possible. I’m ever-grateful and thankful for my vet, who makes house visits to perform this final transition, in the comfort of the animals’ surroundings.

My darling girl, Puss-puss, may you forever bask in sunbeams, pouncing freely on objects unawares. And while there may now be more space on the bed (“perpendicular” was her favorite position), I thoroughly expect your expansive and ethereal self soon enough…. As fellow bloggers Pat Bean and Whitebird so perfectly re-quoted recently:

 “Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” —Dr. Seuss

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Love is life.
All, everything that I understand,
I understand only because I love.
Everything is, everything exists, only because I love.
Everything is united by it alone.
Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source. —Leo Tolstoy

Princess Puss

Princess Puss

Happy Mommy’s Day

 Happy Mother’s Day! MUCH love to all the dedicated, devoted, and hard-working women — and female critters — of the world.

Me + Mom (w/ brother in belly) in Central FL, 1972, PRE-Disney — while swamps were being filled

Momma Grackle feeds her young

I’ll save *exactly* what the momma’s feeding the juvenile (below) for an upcoming post…. It’s just. That. Yummy!

Great Blue Heron feeding her young on a tree-top nest

Big Like You: Momma Alligator with one of her babies

Anhinga Mealtime: Busy mother Anhinga with her brood

Red-winged Blackbird nest with a new momma

Red-winged Blackbird mother feeds her hatchlings

Our neighborhood stray cat and her kitten in our yard; such a good momma (now: TNR time!)

Great [Blue] Daddy!

From the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, check out this amazing time-lapse video of a male Great Blue Heron, as he diligently protects 5 eggs during an April 27 snowstorm. All 5 hatched — despite the snow, and despite constant owl attacks. What a good daddy!!

 

The Cornell Lab features some fascinating live feeds of various birds, and now the Great Blues are nesting…. But numerous species are featured on their live cams.

Visit the Cornell Lab of Ornithology for more information.