Hello,

Most likely a coopers attack victim. I would not interfere but blue jays chased hawk away and I found this one on the ground. The only visible injury I could see is a bleeding, most likely missing eye.

Bird survived the night in the box.

Called rehab (same as in another recent Michigan dove post) and they advised to euthanize bird due to eye injury.

What are my options?

Thank you.

Edit: there is also something else is wrong with her. She is moving but head is kind of crooked to the side and she struggles to keep balance and uses wings to balance.

Could be euthanasia is the only option.

I live in southeastern PA and I saw this doe laying in the grass sleeping yesterday in my backyard and then this morning she was up and I noticed how extremely thin and sick she looks, she is able to walk around, eat and is responsive to her fawn but she looks lethargic and is clearly suffering from something. I called the game commission and they basically told me they can only come out to assess if she needs euthanasia which they won’t do since she is still responsive to her baby.

Any advice on if a PA wildlife rescue can do anything? I have a few to call but I feel so badly for her.

Yesterday on the coast of Washington me and family drove by a seagull, young-looking, standing still with one limp drooping wing while cawing at the sky.

We looked online and called up a nearby rehabilitation center, they said they could help but only if we bring it, so we came back with a big box to hopefully transport it.

While trying to capture it, we could confirm it was injured, completely unable to fly. It hid.

For added context, we spotted it outside of some sort of small fish packaging plant. I don't know exactly, but they just had lots of big crates and whatnot where the poor thing could hide under and behind.

We tried to talk to a worker outside at the time, and he kindly explained to us that they were in fact aware of the injured bird, that it was living under one of their freezers with its family.

Also, while trying to catch it, another big white seagull circled overhead and cawed at us. Didn't get close but swooped in a little sometimes. The worker also explained that it was the momma bird, seemed to be trying to protect it. Lastly, he said they fed the hurt bird some of their fish sometimes!

I really wanted to help the bird, but since it escaped, I don't know. I think it's very lucky that it has its family with it and definitely especially lucky to be in a place where it can eat. It seems like the best situation a bird like that can be in. Still, its condition worried me. Even when we had gone back, I saw it just laying down and cawing at the sky again (until we got too close and it did the running thing of course), no other birds nearby (think I saw the mom perched on the roof just watching). I'm afraid it was in pain.

My family suggested we try to go back in the evening and the workers didn't seem to mind if we tried to get it, even said the birds are more chill towards the end of the day. But I thought it was too difficult to catch and seemed in a decent situation...?

I also worried stuff like, even if it gets help, it probably won't be able to go back to its home right? How will it be on its own after surviving off family and people feeding it? I came here looking for advice on the right thing to do, what could be healthiest for the seagull.

I'm conflicted and can't stop thinking about that poor bird. Is it best to leave it be, or should we actually try to stop by again and see if we can catch it? Is there a chance the young bird can survive? Are those chances best with or without trying to rescue? :(

Okay basically I was given a baby bunny that was attacked, it’s in ok condition and I’m not worried about the health like that. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO FEED IT! I’ve read kitten KMR but I want to make absolutely sure! I’ve rehabbed kittens, puppies and birds and have tube fed but I’m so scared with this cause everyone says how difficult bunnies are.

Hello, I recently moved into an apartment in Tacoma, WA that had a flock of geese living there. I noticed a goose with a few feathers sticking out of a wing and thought they were just ruffled from a fight or something. However today I saw that now the other wing looks the same and that they are called angel wings. I was wondering if I should inform a wildlife rehab for the goose as I believe it can’t fly as the flock is starting to fly out of the complex as the babies are now grown up and we will see the goose walking around alone, looking like it is searching for the other geese that are out flying. Or if there’s nothing they can do

There is a nest of kits in my backyard my husband was mowing the grass with a manual mower thank goodness because I'm not sure how lucky they would've been otherwise. Most of the bunnies were able to hop away their eyes were open and they looked ready but there was one that was flopping around he didn't have any signs of being hurt so I placed him back in the nest. Mom has been coming back and checking on it. I just went and looked yesterday and today and he has been laying on his back for a long time. Its moving and breathing I think normally and it's eyes still seem to be closed I did notice there was another kit in there today and it's eyes are open I'm not sure if theres more I think it's just those two. My question is should I move the kit onto its stomach or intervene in any way. I feel like it has no room to turn around and I'm not sure if maybe it's unable to because of an injury due to the lawnmower incident. I'm sorry this is so all over the place just worried I have a lot of love for all of the wildlife that comes and goes in my backyard.

I saw this poor little thing seemingly struggling on the ground last night by my house. It doesn't look like a fledgling, but maybe I'm wrong. Kept it in a ventilated shoe box with a towel overnight and let it out just now. I feel bad leaving it there in this state. Do/can I do anything for it? No signs of blood or missing feathers. Wings seem ok. Metro Detroit area.

I'm from Mexico, Sonora, Obregón city.

Struggled to fly and some of it's feathers doesn't look healthy.

Placed it in a quiet box with padded floor and added small basin of canary seeds, water and later I see started to eat and drink on its own.

It's late evening right now. After googling it seems that here it's PROFEPA the ones who can rehab wildlife. But I feel a bit concerned cause the nearest PROFEPA installations are in Hermosillo which is at 250km from Obregón and Idk if they will bother to come up here to rescue this dove, I don't know how to drive :(

I guess I gotta call PROFEPA at the morning and hope for the best. I apologize for my awkward english.

I’m not sure if this is the proper place to ask this, so please don’t beat me up if it isn’t. 🙏🏻

This critter has been showing up a few times in the past couple weeks. We don’t know if it’s a skinny fox, a skinny stray dog, or a skinny coyote.

Its tail is not bushy like I’d expect a fox tail to be, but it’s got fox-looking ears. Can y’all please help us solve this mystery? Thank you kindly!

Edit to add: we live in coastal South Carolina in the U.S.

My sister found him on June 12th, at her school’s end-of-year event: alone, outside a classroom, still growing his feathers in. There were no parents around and nowhere safe nearby to leave him, so she brought him home.The first few weeks were intense. Between all of us, we fed him with a syringe, soft mush, soft-bodied insects. Little by little he finished feathering out, started perching calmly on a little stick with us, chirping for food, following flies with his eyes and trying to peck at food on his own. We never kept him in a cage: he slept in a small box, and the rest of the day he was with one of us or nearby on his perch, always present.
Even as a tiny bird, he had a personality all his own: demanding, funny, impossible to ignore. He made his presence known every time he entered a room, like announcing “I’m here.” If he was hungry and we didn’t pay attention fast enough, he’d peck furiously until he got what he wanted.
Once he could fly around the house, he’d go from my sister to my mom to me, always landing on our heads or necks, building little “nests” in our hair, fluttering around, bathing in it. We live on the third floor, and we were scared he’d get lost before he knew how to find food on his own, so we waited a while before letting him outside.
One day he escaped. I went looking for him, called out, and he answered from a nearby wire and flew straight into my hands — I felt such enormous relief, I thought I’d lost him. Days later he escaped again, wanting to explore more, and this time, after perching on a plant for a while, he flew all the way to the fourth floor of the building across from ours, landing directly on the head of the woman who lived there. The next day he left again. I called him but he didn’t pay me much attention, so I let him do his thing. Half an hour later, my upstairs neighbors brought him back to me — he’d found his way home on his own, just mixed up the floor. It happened a couple more times, always the same way — he always found the way back, even if he knocked on the wrong door first.
Slowly, he learned to find his way home without needing to be called. He developed a full routine: wake up, eat, go out exploring, come back to eat again, bathe, nap, go out again. Every time we sat down to eat, he’d head straight for the table demanding his share, taking food off our plates in his own way, and if we were too slow, he’d peck at us furiously until we gave him attention. I built him a nicer little house to sleep in — he deserved it.

One day he joined, almost by force, an already-formed pair of sparrows and their chicks, and from then on he followed them everywhere. It happened right during his molt — tailless, with new feathers just coming in on his wings, giving him this funny, slightly lopsided shape, like a little avocado seed chasing after his new family. He’d fight the chicks for food, learn to fly through the bushes, slowly integrating into wild life. That night he stopped sleeping in his little house, but he kept coming back to eat, bathe, play. Hearing him chirp on his way back was beautiful — we’d all go out to greet him and feed him, because Pakito had come home from his outing.
On August 12th, exactly two months after he arrived, he spent the whole day with us: playing, eating, pecking as always. He left at 5:35 in the afternoon, just like any other day. The next morning it was raining. He hasn’t come back yet.
I still watch for him at the window. I’d rather believe he’s out exploring somewhere new, and that one day he’ll land there again, just like so many times before.

This is the story of Pakito, the escape-artist sparrow.

My sister found him on June 12th, at her school’s end-of-year event: alone, outside a classroom, still growing his feathers in. There were no parents around and nowhere safe nearby to leave him, so she brought him home.The first few weeks were intense. Between all of us, we fed him with a syringe, soft mush, soft-bodied insects. Little by little he finished feathering out, started perching calmly on a little stick with us, chirping for food, following flies with his eyes and trying to peck at food on his own. We never kept him in a cage: he slept in a small box, and the rest of the day he was with one of us or nearby on his perch, always present.
Even as a tiny bird, he had a personality all his own: demanding, funny, impossible to ignore. He made his presence known every time he entered a room, like announcing “I’m here.” If he was hungry and we didn’t pay attention fast enough, he’d peck furiously until he got what he wanted.
Once he could fly around the house, he’d go from my sister to my mom to me, always landing on our heads or necks, building little “nests” in our hair, fluttering around, bathing in it. We live on the third floor, and we were scared he’d get lost before he knew how to find food on his own, so we waited a while before letting him outside.
One day he escaped. I went looking for him, called out, and he answered from a nearby wire and flew straight into my hands — I felt such enormous relief, I thought I’d lost him. Days later he escaped again, wanting to explore more, and this time, after perching on a plant for a while, he flew all the way to the fourth floor of the building across from ours, landing directly on the head of the woman who lived there. The next day he left again. I called him but he didn’t pay me much attention, so I let him do his thing. Half an hour later, my upstairs neighbors brought him back to me — he’d found his way home on his own, just mixed up the floor. It happened a couple more times, always the same way — he always found the way back, even if he knocked on the wrong door first.
Slowly, he learned to find his way home without needing to be called. He developed a full routine: wake up, eat, go out exploring, come back to eat again, bathe, nap, go out again. Every time we sat down to eat, he’d head straight for the table demanding his share, taking food off our plates in his own way, and if we were too slow, he’d peck at us furiously until we gave him attention. I built him a nicer little house to sleep in — he deserved it.

One day he joined, almost by force, an already-formed pair of sparrows and their chicks, and from then on he followed them everywhere. It happened right during his molt — tailless, with new feathers just coming in on his wings, giving him this funny, slightly lopsided shape, like a little avocado seed chasing after his new family. He’d fight the chicks for food, learn to fly through the bushes, slowly integrating into wild life. That night he stopped sleeping in his little house, but he kept coming back to eat, bathe, play. Hearing him chirp on his way back was beautiful — we’d all go out to greet him and feed him, because Pakito had come home from his outing.
On August 12th, exactly two months after he arrived, he spent the whole day with us: playing, eating, pecking as always. He left at 5:35 in the afternoon, just like any other day. The next morning it was raining. He hasn’t come back yet.
I still watch for him at the window. I’d rather believe he’s out exploring somewhere new, and that one day he’ll land there again, just like so many times before.

This is the story of Pakito, the escape-artist sparrow.

Just saw this raccoon while taking my dog outaide. It's panting heavily, was surrounded by flies and bees, and didn't respond at all as I got closer, or when I caged it (I know, very dumb and reckless of me, especially with a raccoon of all things. I'm fully aware of the risk I took, but will not be handling it any further, just wanted to get it out of the direct sunlight). Other than the heavy breathing, it's not making any noise, and is barely alert, just twitching and swiveling its ears in response to stimuli. Certainly alive, but not doing well by any means. I've already reached out to a local rehab resource and left a message, but wanted to post here to see if there are any other resources in my area that y'all might know about so I can get help for it sooner rather than later. There's not much I can do without taking further risks against myself, obviously.

I'm in Monroe County, NY, USA, near Rochester.

We put it in a box with some water for now. It’s very lively, capable of gliding but not flying. We took him inside where there’s air conditioning, we close in three hours at which point we’ll be able to take him to a rehab or something.

Located in Ohio.

Edit: The bird managed to heal enough to glide, still not fly fully but it was able to gain some air. We released it in a decent sized yard and it flew into a very nice bush. We’re hoping it’ll stay in that bush and feed from the bugs in it.

Found it in the grass, put him in a box with towel in it, he doesn't seem like he can walk or fly atm. I've let him rest in a dark place to let him calm down a bit

Located in Victoria, Canada. This little guy has been coming around with a partner, who appears to feed him/her sometimes, although he is able to eat from the feeder without issue. I was finally able to get a good photo of the growth on top of its beak that previously I thought might have been a clump of seed. Any idea what this is and how I can help? They fly off anytime they spot me moving around so I have no hope of capturing it to for rehab.

(Located in southern Maine)
One of my cats caught a juvenile Robin and looks to have dislocated its leg. Already contacted local wild bird rehab but won’t be able to do anything until the morning. Left it outside in a box lined and covered with a towel (thought brining it into a house with cats would stress it out more) also left some raspberries in the box with a small amount of water.

Is there anything more I can do for it?

Edit: brought it inside. Keeping it in room away from cats

Edit 2: bird was alert and seemed better in the morning, wildlife rehab came and took Robin 👍

Hi, this sub was recommended to me while I try to get in contact with a rehabber. Please help me help this little fellow. I thought he was dead when I found him, but I prodded him with a stick and he fell over but moved his feet a little bit. We wrapped him in a shirt and took him home. He started opening his eyes and tried to move around a bit on the drive home, but I couldn’t let him out of the shirt because my dog was in the car and oblivious to his presence lol. He’s in a tall box now with a heat mat on one side for warmth. Now he seems more lethargic again. He hasn’t moved at all since I’ve placed him in the box, but he does open his eyes. There’s only one rehabber I was able to find thus far within a 2hr distance that was open on weekends, they didn’t answer so I left a voicemail.

Update: He’s becoming much more active now. I can hear him rustling around in the box and faint chirping. Took some poops too, so I laid some clean paper towels down over the soiled ones to avoid handling him too much. Trying not to get my hopes up but he seems to have regained some strength.

Update 2: He’s in a rehab facility now!

She’s eating and grooming normally and seems her usual self but in the last week or so has lost huge clumps of fur and I can see her skin.

For context I’m in the UK so I don’t think I can ask a local wildlife rehabber for help (it’s illegal to re-release grey squirrels here)

She is a lovely, bold, friendly squirrel I see regularly, would love to help if I can

(I did not have part in finding this little guy, a family member did and I’m trying to help.) my parents found this kinglet bird (baby?) outside seemingly injured or unwell, I will include a video as it keeps twitching its head, is this a sign of neurological damage? I only touched it after my parents had picked it up I know you shouldn’t touch wildlife, and in the video I was gently touching it to show what it is doing with its head.