I first noticed him about a month ago, and figured he would not last a day with all the wild cats in the neighborhood, to say nothing of the hawks that frequent my feeders.
But he is still around, and I see him almost every day, searching for bugs, or hanging out at the top of the Prickly Pear. He can fly down, but has to hop up from pad to pad.
I hope his tail feathers grow back- giving him true flight again. But he sure hasn't let the lack of them stop him.
He lives in a nest in this Cholla. He scrambles to the thorny protection underneath whenever I dare get too near to him. I've decided to not clean up this particular Cholla for awhile, but to leave him a safe place. It is overgrown with fallen segments and weeds but it can wait a while longer.
A little bird and a big lesson about dealing with what life gives you and not letting it keep you down. Thanks little bird- long live!