Last Saturday started out as a low key weekend adventure: just a little local beach without having to fight too much weekend traffic. So we crossed the Verrazano bridge to Staten Island. In Great Kills Park, we spotted plenty of your expected birds– plovers and gulls of varying shapes and sizes. But then my husband, the eagle-eyed birdwatcher in our household, looks over to find this little bird.
An unbanded baby cockatiel? (Insert rant: How could anyone abandon a baby bird, bred as a pet, to fend for itself like that? He (or she) had been battered and pecked.). We took him to the nearest animal shelter and hope that “Sandy” finds a good home.
Back on the beach boardwalk, we can confirm– in case you were wondering– there are real wild turkeys in New York City.