My first day of work here, I kid you not, I found a perfect little ovenbird sitting right in front of the front door. There is a lot of foot traffic here, so I scooped him up in my hand and checked him over. He seemed uninjured so I suspect he only glancingly struck a window and was a bit stunned.
Of course, I was just on time for a 9 o’clock meeting, so I rushed up the stairs with bird in hand. My new adviser came out of her office to greet me, with a smile and her hand extended to shake mine.
“I have a bird,” I blurted, to explain why I couldn’t shake her hand.
“I can see that,” she replied calmly.
So I asked for a couple of minutes to take the bird to a nearby patch of trees (ovenbirds are technically warblers, but they feed on the ground), and apologized. She just responded, cryptically, “That’s okay, it’s a very SOIMF* thing to do.”
The ovenbird seemed spry enough when I released him in the forest, and promptly ran off. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera on me at the time, but I did get these crappy flip phone photos!
It was pretty exciting, actually. I’ve never been that close to an ovenbird before, and certainly never held one. He was really beautiful!
* StandingOut In My Field