There are always interesting things happening at Teniqua Treetops. A few days ago, in Philosopher’s Perch bungalow, Charlotte, AKA mom and granny, heard hysterical squeaking, like a cricket in distress.
At first, she ignored the commotion, crickets can be noisy, but it got louder, and she decided to see what was going on. A small bird had flown into the room and exhausted itself trying to get out through a sliding glass door. We have no idea how or when the bird got into the bungalow, but since they’re tented and high in the trees with many openings, it could have come in from anywhere at any time.
Charl picked the bird up and held it in cupped hands. At first, she thought it was a chick that had fallen from a nest. The tiny bird’s heart pounded, and its beak was open wide as it panted for air. Its chances of survival didn’t look good. Despite searching the trees for a nest of some sort, Charl saw nothing. Then she tried to put it on a branch, hoping its mother would be close by, but it wouldn’t let go of her finger.
On closer examination, she realized the bird had all its adult feathers, but she had no idea what species it was. She put water on her finger and put a drop into its open beak, then she decided to go to reception and ask Warren, our manager if he knew what the bird was.
It took Charl about ten minutes to walk through the bush with the bird cupped in her hands. To her distress, its eyes closed she thought it was dead. Then she lifted her hands and one little orange eye opened—it was still alive!
Charl opened her hands to let the sun to warm the brave little bird and hopefully revive it.Then the bird fluffed its feathers and, to their delight, flew off. It landed on a Plumbago shrub and looked back as if to say thank you, then took off.
Charl’s brother, Gerry took the photograph. We looked through the bird books and a male Cape Batis was the closest we came to identifying it. If anyone knows different, please let us know.