Yes, the injured bird — the one tormented by the cat, was a house finch. My first deep instinct was purple finch, but the bird looked so tiny and yet puffed up, and so brown, I thought wren? And then settled on sparrow. But it was in fact a female house finch.
When we woke up this morning the bird was looking much, much better. It was moving both legs, something it had been unable to do right after the attack, and it seemed hungry.
If I look worried, it’s because I am. I know you should not try to keep a wild bird in captivity, and I was very worried that the little bird might not make it after all. I called Piedmont Wildlife Center and they instructed me that I could bring the little bird in for them to help, with antibiotics and rehabilitative care. Yaaaaay!! 
Here is the little bird in a cage ready to ride with me over to Piedmont Wildlife Center. She made it safely there, where I was told that our little rescued bird was a house finch and where I was given a case number to follow up on what happens to her. I’ll let you know.
Lynn
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That’s wonderful that they would take it…I had a horrible time trying to find a place to accept a wounded wild bird. There are 3 places right near us and they all said NO…but they would euthanize it. I don’t understand the logic….
You have had a very interesting week and it seems a very lovely one at that! I loved your mom’s home. It’s so beautiful there and it seems so peaceful too.
The butterfly story was absolutely amazing! I think it must have been thanking you.
I hope the birdie lives
rue
That is so sweet of you. xo rachel
Robin, I was SO relieved that they took that little bird!!
Rue, I just love garden creatures like butterflies and birds. And I do love my mom’s house!
Rachel, so glad you came by and left a comment! Thank you. I really enjoy your blog.