Our recent snow storm, much like the ice storm that hit several regions of the US in February 2015, though not as hazardous, brought two Fox Sparrows to our yard. These birds were still hanging around on Tuesday, January 26, long after the snow had evaporated.
One of the Fox Sparrows that were sojourning here.
My mom and I were in the kitchen that day when we both heard a thump. I rushed to the window, and there, sprawled on our deck was a stunned Fox Sparrow. I ran outside and at first didn't see the bird. Then I noticed him hiding in the sprinkle of leaf litter beside the brick wall of our house. I approached him slowly but turned my head when I heard the other songbirds sounding the alarm that a predator was nearby. A Cooper's Hawk lunged out of our Hackberry tree and glided across the field. I realized that this sparrow must have hit the window while fleeing from the hawk. Temporarily unable to fly, he then dragged himself over to the leaves in one last effort to escape the hawk's keen eye.
I bent down and picked up the bird, which, because he was still in shock, hardly put up a fight. I carefully brought him to our garage and told Mom to get a box. However, I decided that it would be better to release him near one of the shrubs in our backyard, that way he could recover and still be safe from the hawk.
The Fox Sparrow had the death grip on my left index finger, and while I held him, I was amazed at how small and fragile this bird really was! I stood beside a hedgerow waiting for the sparrow to fly off, but he didn't seem to have any desire to do so. I walked to a different set of bushes and kneeled on the ground, nudging the sparrow to go. He sat on the ground, and again, did not move, so I went to get him some seed. When I returned, the Fox Sparrow hopped a few steps and flew to our neighbor's Cedar tree.
The following day, I was relieved to see two Fox Sparrows happily feeding in our backyard, and I knew that one of those was certainly the bird I had rescued.