Wednesday, May 10, 2006
On the porch is a set of shelving that has held my remodeling tools during this most recent remodeling adventure. A few weeks ago, a wren made a nest among them and provided an excellent excuse for not putting those tools up in their proper place. She has since fledged a handfull of chicks, so I suppose I'll have to put away my tools.
Yesterday, a student showed up at my classroom door with a wren cupped in her hands. This is not unusual...the student at the door with some critter. When you're the long time science guy in a small community, the first thing people say when they find some injured snake, bat, lizard, bird, frog, salamander, etc is ..."Hey, let's take it to Mr. FC"
So there she was with this wren who would not fly. It looked like an adult to me which made the no-fly puzzling, but then a little more info revealed that someone at gym had swatted it with a badminton racket. Sigh....
I thanked the student and put the wren in a dark box to rest. It didn't look injured and probably just needed to get it's bearings again after being the birdie in a badminton game. MY students were very interested, but I explained this bird really just needed some quiet time. We continued class.
Just as the bell rang, the bird emerged on it's own and flew across the room to land on the flag, then the TV, and finally to the rear of the room and into a large walk in storage area.
Great. It's hard enough to keep the attention of students at the end of the day, but pretty much impossible with a bird zinging back and forth across the room. Lucky for me, I was able to shut the storage door trapping the wren inside BEFORE the first of the next class showed up.
During that final class of the day, my daughter Emma is my teacher aide. (Nepotism Rocks!) Anyway, she walked in and asked if I wanted her to continue the typing and copying from the day before...the usual teacher aide tasks.
I handed her a big butterfly net and sent her into the closet.