Meet Swifty, iPigeon.institute’s latest rescue (not a pigeon).

Today, as I was walking in downtown LA, I had stopped on the sidewalk to do something (I forget what it was), and as I was finishing up, I looked down in front of me, and I saw a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. I wasn’t sure if it was alive, or not, so I nudged it, and it spread its wings, to regain its balance. I was excited to find it was alive, and I picked the baby bird up, and continued along my way. 

At first, I thought that the baby was a falcon, since it had a sharp beak and sharp claws that dug in to my fingers, as I held it, and I felt a bit of trepidation about what I was doing - saving a future predator of pigeons, but, I figured, it’s a baby, and I’ll take care of it anyways, since I like caring for birds. 

Swifty, as I first found him.

Once I got home, I was eager to find out what falcon babies looked like, if they looked like this bird, or not, and then I asked ChatGPT about the bird, with a photo upload included in the query. 

Asking ChatGPT about the baby bird I found. 

At first, funnily enough, ChatGPT thought that the bird was a baby pigeon, but I pressed on, in asking it again, with a different photo, since the bird is obviously not a pigeon. This time, the photo was clearer on the features of the head of the bird, and ChatGPT identified it as a swift, not a predator, but an insectivore, meaning that it only eats insects. 

I spent some time learning about swifts, and how to feed them, which was my primary interest with the bird, since, at this stage, the baby is still fluffy with fuzz and pin feathers, and it cannot feed itself. Swifts are very interesting birds, in that they are capable of flying for up to 10 months at a time, nonstop. They are purported to be resolutely destined for the wild, where they spend most of their time in flight, catching insects, for food. Google’s AI-assisted search says that Chimney Swifts breed in North America and migrate to the Amazon basin. What an exciting life!

Swifty, up close, on his first day here.

Now that Swifty had gotten some water in him, he’s brighter-eyed, and more active. He’s an adventurous one, at times, and he climbed out of a shallow bowl and blanket that I had placed him in, earlier, to explore his surroundings a bit. Perhaps it was his adventurous spirit that got him grounded, whereupon I found him on the sidewalk, although there was a loop of string around his foot, possibly from the nest. The string wasn’t tight around him, though, and I removed it, once I found out it was a string - it looked like dusty debris, at first. It’ll be an interesting few weeks, or so, with Swifty, hopefully (I purchased food for him that’s coming tomorrow morning). He isn’t making gestures, yet, of being hungry, although he would obviously be hungry. Perhaps, after a good night’s rest, he’ll wake up with a hearty appetite. He did make some screeching noises, earlier, so I could tell that his condition is improving, over time, even though he hadn’t eaten since at least this afternoon, when I found him. 

Swifty fan art.

Update: The next day.

Swifty spent the night in a comfortable box, and we spent some time together in the morning and during the day, but he never accepted food or water from me, nor did he make any indications that he was hungry, which he obviously would be, after a day. I went online to seek advice, and I ended up texting the Pasadena Humane Society (they have a wildlife hotline, and they prefer texts, for photo references). The helpline agent got back to me, after several minutes, and asked to see a video of the bird, so that they could assess the bird’s fledging (feathered, and ready to start flying) status, so I sent a video over. The agent advised me that the bird would still possibly be looked after by its parents, even though it fell from the nest, so I should return the bird to the place where I found it. I hadn’t really considered that concept, because I thought that it was a hopeless thing, that the bird was helpless and flightless, on the ground, out of its nest, and the rebellious side of me was somewhat averse to returning the bird, but then, I considered the alternatives, and since the bird wasn’t displaying any signs of hunger yet, I felt that it would be unlikely that it would end up accepting food or water from me, at all, and that it would starve. 

Saying goodbye to Swifty, for today. I’ll come and check on the box tomorrow.

Little wings!

I took Swifty’s box, and prepared it for hanging up at the location I found him at, and I put a note on the box not to touch it, because the parents might return for the baby bird. It’s somewhat like a chimney, I figure, so maybe it’s familiar to the birds. I hung up the box on a pole, with some tape, and I said goodbye, for now. Hopefully the box will still be there tomorrow, and perhaps for longer, until Swifty learns to fly, after reuniting with his parents. I’ll come back and check on him on subsequent days.

Update: 10:30 p.m.: I got the notion in me, at this time, that Swifty would be cold, spending the night outside, and plus, it’s almost July 4th, and there’s people setting off fireworks all around. He could get scared. So I went back to the box’s location, but the box was no longer there, by now. I wonder what happened to him. I think it would have been cool Swifty’s parents really did come back for him and raise him up until he could fly, from his place in the box.