Poor Little Baby Bird
We found a baby bird this morning laying by the bench and I thought it was a frog that Shadow was investigating so I told Bill he was smacking at something and when Bill checked he told me what it was. Now I know absoulutely nothing about baby birds and we couldn’t even figure out where it came from so he took it out behind the garage because it was still alive.
I just went out and got the little thing and put it in a box at least and brought it back where we found it, but put it up on the bench and covered it up a little and its little mouth kept opening so I tried to find a worm, but there are never any around till I start to mow then they are all over the place. I certainly didn’t want the stray cats to gobble the little thing up out back.
I know the little guy wont survive and that makes me sad. It’s a mystery because I can’t find any nests unless something dragged the little guy there and we scared it off when we came out. I hate when stuff like this happens because I feel so helpless to do anything. I’m hoping some mama bird comes looking for him, but I doubt that will happen, what could she do anyhow? Bummer Bummer Bummer
