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Leeandra Nolting

Leeandra Nolting
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New Orleans, Louisiana, United States
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July 08
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Proud native Hoosier who’s settled permanently in New Orleans. Teach English. Live in an old whorehouse with three very talkative and sexually-confused birds and one very talkative bird that isn’t sexually confused at all but just wants what s/he wants, which is pretty much everything and everybody. They appear quite frequently in my writing. Former bedpan wrangler, radio announcer, preschool teacher, and freshman comp. instructor. Once accidentally picked out A Clockwork Orange for a make-out movie. Have a very rational appreciation for the works of Flannery O’Connor and the television show The X-Files and an irrational fear of Meg Ryan. All my friends are drunks.

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JUNE 29, 2009 5:15PM

Word has gotten out among the bird population.

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OK.

Now this is getting weird.

Today at about three in the afternoon, one of those New Orleans thunderstorms cropped up, and I saw something flapping around on the welcome mat on the sidewalk.  I went out to go investigate, and there was this little guy, soaked to the bone and unable to get any lift because his flight feathers were dripping.  Initially, I thought he was the same little bird who befriended me last week.

swallow 

I scooped him up and brought him in.  He’s not the same bird.  He’s not even the same species.  He’s about the same size, but a dark gray color, with VERY large, forward-facing eyes, and X-shaped feet.  He’s got a grip like a vise, too.  He didn't want to perch on my finger.  He wanted to hang off the front of my dress. 

swallow 2 

He hung out in the gallery long enough to dry his wings off.  Most of the time he stood with them stretched out to the sides, occasionally shaking water off them, but would fold them up whenever I got close.  When the storm passed, I put him outside in the planter, which he climbed to the side of and hung off of like so.

swallow 3 

Any birdwatchers able to identify the little guy?  Here's a couple more pictures. 

swallow 4 

He seems to have recently left the nest, but doesn't have too many pinfeathers still coming in.  He does have very strangely-shapped tailfeathers, however--there are little needle-like points at the ends of them.  I don't know if this is because he's a juvenile or because they're supposed to be that way.

swallow 5 

Oh, and he doesn't make any noise but he can turn that head around backwards, Exorcist-style.

 

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Northern rough-winged swallow?
High Lonesome--I really have no idea. I figured he was a swallow of some sort, but I'm not an ornithologist. One of my best friends is, though--I'll have to send the pictures to Kirk to see if he can make an ID.
Sam--I just looked it up, and I think you're right.
One of your deceased relatives trying to relay a message, perhaps? They keep coming to you and you keep putting them back outside!
I would know it anywhere. That, Leeandra, is cat food, fresh cat food.
I can't stop laughing at Mrs. M!

I was going with some sort of swallow too. Cool lookin' bird, whatever it is.
Deborah--Yeeks. I hope not. Though right after my grandma died, three of my cousins got pregnant without trying. One of them had four kids already. And another had already gone through a miscarriage and fertility-treatment hell twice for her two kids, THEN her husband lost a testicle in an accident. So I'd much rather sparrows and swifts show up with messages from my dead grandparents than storks.

Since he's a chimney swift, he wouldn't be happy inside for very long--they're fast, far-flyers and catch insects mid-air.

Mrs. Michaels--I see The Cat's evil is rubbing off on you...
It's definitely one of the swallow family, but I'm not so good at identifying N American birds. In Aberdeen, Scotland, on a rainy September afternoon, my wife and I came upon a bunch of people gathered round a fallen swift on the sidewalk. The bird was soaked and kept trying to fly, but couldn't get off the ground. I picked it up, and just then a little old lady passing by stopped and told us there was a veterinarian's office round the corner that would take it in and pass it on to the shelter. As we walked there I was horrified to find the back of its head was covered in huge green ticks. Apparently the swallow family are all prone to these parasites, which leave eggs in their mud-and-spit nests to await their return each spring. The vet's assistant told us they had been gathering a few of them, and they usually took off fine after a night drying out in the office.
He does look like a swift. We have a lot of them around here and love to watch their aerial antics in the evenings. Can't find my Field's Guide so am not certain. The small light blue patch may be the sign of a juvenile.

Seems like the word is getting out about The Bird Lady! :-)

Monte
It's face is hawk like, but I sure don't know Leeandra bird lady
Cute, but not sure about species.
After looking him up in my field guide, I'm pretty sure he's a teenage chimney swift. I figured out from the HUGE forward looking eyes and the way he could turn his head almost all the way around that he catches prey on the fly, but didn't know what exactly that might be.

Since he's a mighty predator of mosquitoes, gnats, and termites, he's welcome to hang around the gallery any time he pleases.
many admirers for a prettty girlll
They evidently know that you'll help them. Maybe you were a bird in a past life?
Maybe you could tell them that the benefits are better in Baton Rouge.
Brian--Aw...thanks...

Lisa--I got a positive ID from my ornithologist buddy/obsessed birdwatcher Kirk that this is a Chimney Swift, and that the little bird last week was either a House Sparrow or House Finch--the video was too grainy for him to tell. He thought the Chimney Swift was a pretty cool find; says he's never seen one that close up. His explanation for why the birds are flocking to me (pun intended) was that I have some sort of Beastmaster-type special powers that are just now coming into being. I'll defer to his judgment on that one.

Con--We need all the mosquito-eaters we can get here! No way am I telling the little guy to go to Baton Rouge! (Although come winter, he'll go to Peru...)
Fun note: swifts are the only type of bird that alternate wing flaps, instead of flapping simultaneously.
I don't know what he is but you're a saint.