It was a Fowl Kind of Day

I don't want to jinx anything, but it's been a little quiet around Fallen Feathers these days.   The last of the baby doves and pigeons are grown.  Most of the intakes now are injured birds.  It's time to get projects done.  Volunteers have been building new aviaries and taking down old structures that no longer fit our needs.  We are "cleaning house". 

For two of us, it's also our very lucky day.  Today is the day that I get released.  I'm Charles, the Coot.  I'm also called a mud hen.  I'm a water fowl that has a chicken like beak but webbed feet.  I was rescued by the Brophy College Preparatory Rowing Team  at Tempe Town Lake and brought all the way up to Fallen Feathers.   Mac, the coach checks on me regularly, makes me feel very special. 

Charles, the Coot and Mel, the Mallard



Charles, the Coot was very excited to be released and quickly joined up with fellow coots in the pond.

 

Mel, the Mallard, casually surveyed the area before joining the flock.

 

 

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