The Injured House Finch
By Lynn, on September 4th, 2008
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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About Lynn
I am the mother of four delightful children: a 23-year-old son, a 20-year-old son, a 17-year-old son, and a bright and bubbly 13-year-old daughter. I share an apartment home with my 17-year-old son and 13-year-old daughter. My little home on the internet is called Rose Cottage because of my love for gardening, roses, and all things romantic and Victorian. Welcome.
I'm a North Carolina girl and I love sharing North Carolina links and information. I do medical transcription from home. My hobbies include making sweet little dolls from clay who are named and have their own stories to tell. I also make old-fashioned brooches. These are for sale in my Etsy shop.
For 13 years continuously, I homeschooled some or all of our four children, but the time came that our homeschool had to be closed. It was the end of a beautiful chapter in my life. I will always be a strong supporter of homeschooling and I will continue to review books and maintain my homeschool website, The Healthy Homeschool. The Players
Lil Ol' Me
Son Daniel, 23
Son, Big Joe, 20
Son, John, 17
Daughter, Michaela, 13
Annie Fatso Beagle
My Symphony
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing
1810-1884
What You Do Sow a thought, reap an action.
Sow an action, reap a habit.
Sow a habit, reap a character.
Sow a character, reap a destiny.
Contact Me 
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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.