A Bird in Hand
Birds fly in my house from time to time because I leave the back door open a lot.
After weeks of watching the canyon wrens feeding their screaming (in bird language) babies in the little nest hidden under the eaves on the highest corner of my house—and keeping the cats away from them—the babies finally flew the nest.
I think this little guy was one of the parents, flying into the house last Monday. Took me about 30 minutes to finally get him to sit on my finger, his mouth hanging open.
He stayed still while I found my iPhone to do some portraits of of him.
Formal portrait on my finger.
Shaking so much on my finger, he did not know he could fly away.
So I placed him on the clothes line.
I began to gently take some cobwebs off his tiny feet and wings opened, off he flew.
Elsah Cort 🌀 Artist 