Its a Whirling Angel Wednesday aboard the Retro Ranch!
Not only is this precious Anna's Hummingbird whirling about; but
another Rufous (i think) H-bird has been dancing through the air
with Little Anna's
I put out a 6th feeder to hopefully PREVENT TERRITORIAL conflicts
If I make it to Starbucks to access high speed today, I will share
images of the two of them
Hello visitor's new and old!
I am "One eyed Captain Jack Sparrow" and I live aboard the Retro
Ranch, here in the Mojave Desert of Southern California.
Majamom has been having all kinds of problems, frustrations, and
failures of her computers and such
I try to tell her that all that "machine stuff" is really not worth getting so
angry and sad over.
I try to tell her that me and Lady and all the wildlife here are always
working and thriving and loving
We are a constant and cannot crash like her hard drive did.
Today Maja was looking quite sad
So I nuzzled her
then gave her
Hello welcome visitors!
This little darlin was sitting half in the shade
half in the bright afternoon desert sun
chewing on wild growing green something or another.
I shot over one hundred pics, but due to the lighting split , only this one came through well- as he ran in response to Jack and Lady barreling out the dog door.
I am so tempted to leave out left over veggies for him; however, in doing so, it puts him in an "unsafe location"
The creative solution to this conundrum is to throw the veggies over the fence onto the next ranch property, where this little guy appears to be spending most of his days and nights.
HE is so darn cute I can hardly stand it
a wonderful, high energy women came in apologizing- explaining" I was out watering the pelican"
"The Pelican?" I asked
"Oh yes, they get lost too. The salton sea is not far from here."
Before I could close my mouth from complete amazement that PELICANS land in our desert-
I was explaining to her the event of the past 3 days of little Kestrel and how I came to find this amazing rehabilitation place.
I followed the women into the triage room, where she hurried about feeding and talking to many of the birds.
Soon Little Kestrel was in a comfy cage, with a fresh mouse (yuck), some meal worms (yuck)and a next door neighbor injured kestrel.
She started sharing pieces of the history of the Wild Bird center, as I watched her do one hundred things in five minutes, all with enthusiasm and palpable love and compassion for this wondrous myriad of birds.
I felt comfortable telling her "the dead mice thing has me wanting to barf"
She smiled ,as she attempted to hand feed a heron who just was not having it
"oh you get used to the mice real fast" It is so much easier now that they come frozen"
breathe deeply was my mantra as I fought back my increasing nausea
"O.K. I will get you some fish"
off she hurried toward the freezer room, I as I stood standing there
looking at this stunning heron
-wondering what happened to him
-and saying out loud-with my exhale-
"Thank God at least you don’t eat mice"
We have made it little kestrel!
Almost 1 p.m. in the afternoon and well over 100°, I decided to leave my camera equipment In my trunk and focus only on getting little kestrel to whomever would greet me inside the office.
Just a short walk from the parking lot into the office left me soaking wet in sweat and I was thrilled to receive that wonderful vacuum of cool air as I entered into the front office of the Coachella Valley wild. bird sanctuary.
An unfamiliar, high pitched sound, permeated the entire space. I sat little kestrel down by the desk that was clearly meant for checking in animals.
My attention was caught by the most amazing break dancing like movements of this beautiful barn owl.
It was very clear that this amazing fellow was used to human beings, and very much enjoyed getting our attention, with the hopes of Interaction.
After five minutes, still no one had come into the office. I called out,
I knew their regular visiting hours were over; but, surely somebody was not far off.
I reluctantly opened the only door I saw which led to a small hallway with a washer and dryer on one side and stacks of towels, and two bags of frozen mice sitting atop the washer machine.
That was all it took for my nausea to begin. I was already well overheated. As you know, if you follow my blog, I do not fare well In temperatures over her 75°. It was reaching 110° outside.
I was so thankful for the cooled office space, and turn myself immediately around and back toward this Marvelous Break Dancing Barn owl.
And so we began off on our journey at Coachella Valley While Bird sanctuary in Indio California.
Little kestrel was tucked safely away in a tall box with the mesh covering on top.
I placed her on the floor on the passenger side of the car to ensure that I could check on her during our long drive, and also to provide stability in case I had to hit my brakes, which unfortunately happens quite often when driving in the Morongo Basin.
What should have been only one hour and a half a drive turned into an almost 3-hour adventure driving In and out of the streets of downtown Indio searching for a 48th St,- which was on the directions given me by an employee at the living desert.
I finally decided to start where I began returning back to the interstate turn off, listening to my intuition, and low and behold we were finally on the road that sounded very much like the final stretch described to me by the animal handler at The Living Desert.
She had described how odd the road is,- with industrial buildings on both sides, and a Ranch looking quite different, with palm trees- Green admits an otherwise industrial side road.
"Ah! I. This must be it little kestrel"
. A huge sigh of relief, as it was already a half hour past the closing time for the sanctuary. I came upon a sign that read Cabazon Indian Reservation ,do not enter without permission. She hadn’t mentioned anything about a reservation. But this Is definitely a ranch and it’s definitely Green! There were small homes followed by beautiful green pastures with absolutely stunning horses roaming freely. I drove the entire dirt and rock road until it came to an impasse.
"Well little kestrel, this can’t be right. Surely there would be a sign for something as important as this bird sanctuary."
I would have pulled into one of the homes and asked for help and directions; however, the first one I turned Into had a large, clear, sign saying
-Beware of Rottweilers !
"Well, that’s good enough for me!"
Back out onto the road we went, heading In the reverse direction back toward where we started.
I now crept along the road, asking myself, How in the Hell did I miss this place?"
The Great Spirit must have looked down upon me with mercy, and out of my left periferal vision, I saw the sign, Animal Hospital.
“ Thank God.!”
yes, little kestrel peeped back!
I was greeted inside by exactly the kind of young, kind, positive energy filled, people you hope are staffing all animal shelters. I quickly explained my dilemma, and they both smiled saying almost simultaneously,
” you drove all the way from Joshua Tree?! "
They both smiled and told me calmly and assuredly that the bird sanctuary was the first green area on my left. I thanked them profusely, and left the Indio animal shelter with good directions and a tiny cup of water for little kestrel.
At last! a left turn and I was greeted by this beautiful sign, and an immense sense of relief, and anticipation, of what I might see inside.
We had better get some good shut-eye tonight .
Tomorrow will be quite a travel to the Coachella Valley Bird Center
Oh i made the mistake of checking the weather for Indio and 108
is the expected temperature
God help Me!
"The richness I achieve comes from Nature, the source of my inspiration."
Little Kestrel has found a safe spot between our freezer and a bookcase inside the garage.
I had spent a good two hours on the Internet trying to get specific directions to the Coachella Valley bird sanctuary.
I spent a little time with the American kestrel, telling her all about her new adventure tomorrow. Amazingly, this bird shows such an intense interest, making constant eye contact, and occasionally tilting her head sideways as if trying to see a different point of view.
I know in the science world this is called anthropomorphism, however, this sort of communication grows organically out of when caring for an animal or bird as in this case.
I told her that the next place she was going would have a veterinarian who would be able to figure out how to fix her injured wing..
I am going to miss you precious one.