I've rescued 4 blackbird chicks, 3 starling chicks and 5 sparrow chicks. Since they're all feral they ALL had to be euthanised. It got to a point where a wman rang to have another sparrow rescued, and I told her what I'd have to do. She was very disappointed. Then I said "Would you like to try to raise it?" So I told her how to raise a sparrow. It's illegal to release ferals back into the wild but I didn't care. Anything to avoid killing something else.
Today I rescued a blue-tongued lizard that had been attacked by a dog. The lizard's back was broken and it's vent was prolapsed. I had to put it down, too. Since reptile metabolism is so slow, you can't kill them quickly on drugs or chloroform. The only way to kill them humanely is to destroy the brain. So I put the lizard in an old pillow case, found the head, then smashed it with a hammer. Then I cut the head off with a shovel. Fuck I hate doing this.
I also picked up two rosellas that were so badly diseased they had to go. I don't know the proper names, but one had "beak and feather" disease and the other had "sticky pooh." Both birds were emaciated beyond belief.
The dove with a compound fracture full of maggots didn't require much thought beyond "How fast can I put this one down?"
The only successes this week were a pair of noisy minah chicks, a grass parrot chick, and a nankeen kestrel chick: the cutest ball of brown fuzz with sharp pointy bits I've ever seen. It bit my finger with hardly enough pressure to leave a mark. Then it grabbed my finger with its talons. It didn't draw blood but I experienced first hand the ratchet-effect raptor feet have. I had to wait until it wanted to let go.
So many young birds! The parents can't feed them in this drought.