So I was putting the girls in the car, minding my own business....
I saw a male goldfinch who hadn't flown off when we came out. That's never a good sign.
I walked over quietly, and the poor guy looked around wildly. But I was standing right in front of him and he wasn't leaving. I reached over and he flew onto my arm:
Once he was practically up my nose, I could see that it didn't look like garden-variety avian conjunctivitis. Both of his eyes were damaged in some way, but not swollen or crusty like the house finches I have seen. (Goldfinches can contract conjunctivitis, but I have yet to see it in any other species but house finches.)
This eye was completely shut. Poor guy. He flew up a few times, but came back to land on me every time.
As I am used to bigger, badder toenails, it was very strange to feel these tiny claws resting on my finger. Lighter than a quarter.
I showed the girls what Mommy had in her hand....they were all like "Holy Crap!", well, the 4-and-6 year old version of "Holy Crap!".
As I was thinking about getting the bird into a box to take to Marilyn, (one of our RAPTOR rehabbers who can also treat songbirds) the little guy flew over my head and away. I sincerely hope I can find him again. If not, well, we can wish him the best.
When I got into the car to continue with our plans, Isabelle exclaimed,
"Mommy! YOU. ARE. AWESOME!"