I was yanking out St. John’s Wort along our woods path, and I saw a little flutter. There was an itty bitty bird, hopping along in the duff.
Because it allowed me to, I reached out and picked it up. I thought at first it was a chickadee, but the way it grabbed on my hand indicated a woodpecker.
Then I noticed the tip of its beak was all gummed up, and I picked and pulled at that. I think it was sap, full of dirt. Very sticky. As soon as I got most of it off, and it could open its beak, it squawked!
I carried it home for a photo shoot and to show HW. It seemed pretty content. Chicks tend to like being held, after initially being disgruntled. Oh, I’m warm. This isn’t so bad.
Then I took it back to where I’d found it. I tried to put it on a tree, quite sure it was a creeper, but it fluttered back down to the ground. I retired and watched.
It started cheeping. Peep, peep peep. Peep, peep peep.
Sure enough, a nuthatch appeared in the overstory. Of course, nuthatch! It flew off in the wrong direction, but I was quite sure it had been looking for the source of peeping first, so it was probably off for a grub to return with.
Later on, the baby was gone so I’m sure it was fine. Possibly its beak was shut with the sap, though, so that it couldn’t make noise. I like to think I helped it.