
Earlier on my blog there is a picture of a nest with some perfect Robin's eggs tucked inside. Well, that nest did not have a happy ending. The wind destroyed the nest and the eggs. I didn't even have the heart to blog about it.
A couple of days ago - we discovered a baby bird that had fallen out of it's nest. Another Robin. She was still alive, but no feathers and we knew she would not survive. She did not - or maybe it was a he.
Yesterday, Lizzie called me outside to say she had found a baby bird. Well, I was thinking she had found the "hidden" baby bird, but that wasn't so. ANOTHER baby had dropped out of our tall Oak and was on the ground. I'm sure it was from the same nest. This bird can walk a little and has some feathers. She's incredibly young and cannot fly. I moved her so that she could be found. I sat and watched the larger Robins come and feed her.
Lizzie and I made her a nest to keep her safe. I was afraid the mother would not return, but I watched the mother perch on the side of the box and feed her baby.
Last night - I panicked. I remembered that the baby in the box was on the ground and needed to be moved so that the ground predators would not eat her. Hubs got out the flashlight and perched the box in a tree for safe keeping. At least that was the plan.
This morning, she's still alive. She's tweeting and opening her mouth to be fed. I'm hoping the mother Robin will hear her plea and return to feed her. We left her in the same spot as yesterday.