My usual walk was abruptly halted this morning. I hadn’t got any further than my front yard when I noticed two tiny baby birds lying face up, itsy bitsy claws pointing to the sky. That’s right - deceased, bless their tiny lil hearts. (I’ll spare you photos.) I sighed and walked another step when I saw their lil brother struggling beside the sidewalk in the grass.
OH NO, I thought!
What to do?
Do I leave him alone?
Do I rescue him?
Is his mommy near by?
Can he fly?
And then I did what any good blogger would do. I took pictures! J
Go on back now! Really now!
I don’t know how to take care of baby birds!
Well, I couldn’t leave him there in the middle of the sidewalk, deserted, without his mommy.
So my mind starts racing. Okay, maybe he’s hungry or thirsty, so I sprinkle bird food down in front of him and some water. I know. You’re laughing aren’t you? Yea, I think mr. baby bird laughed at me too. He’s beginning to realize I have NO idea what I’m doing.
Next, I find a cardboard box and fill it with grass, leaves, and soft things that belong in a nest. I gently scoop him into the box. He does NOT like it. He sputters around, spreading his wings as if to say “Get me OUT of here!” I decide I’ve got to get some advice from an intelligent source, but the internet is all I have so I Google. I learn the best thing to do is put him back in the tree in a makeshift nest and hope that his mommy comes back to rescue him.
I find a plastic tray, punch holes in it and fill it with nesting materials.
And then gentle move Mr. Baby Bird once again from his box to his new home.
It’s hard to get a good shot of mr. baby bird with the leaves around and I don’t want to bother him any more than I have to just in case his mommy is near by waiting for me to get the heck out of here.
You can only see a little of his wing in this photo. I know it’s hard to tell, but he’s very comfortable here. He closes his little eyes and goes to sleep.
Ahh…I’m finally feeling pretty good about this situation.
Calming down after my valiant rescue of mr. baby bird, I start to look for a nest he and his brothers could have fallen from. Look closely and you can see it in the top center of this photo. But what’s interesting is the bird barely visible in the lower left of the photo. Do you see her?
Is this his mommy??
Has she been watching me through this whole ordeal?
Is this another brother or sister??
I guess we’ll never know.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a happy ending to my morning adventure.
Later, I go out to check on mr. baby bird. Sadly, he’s fallen out of his makeshift nest.
You know the rest of the story. L
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