Well. Almost nothing. There were the quiet questioning chirps of a parent nearby, and I watched as one grabbed a worm and headed to the holly bush. No gap mouthed maniac was there for enthusiastic reception. Nope. Only silence. I don't see evidence of kill. Just silence. And parents who are slowly giving up.
The violent storm on Monday I think knocked him down. I picked him up several times, putting him in a tree. And stood there once, watching a parent stuff that little maniac with worms 4 times as he flopped along belligerently on the ground. I might have bought him 24 more hours. He needed 48. Little birds are such dependent free spirits. I thought of the Calvin quote, when he told Hobbes "I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul." Hobbes, "Ah, but of course" (of course.) Calvin then goes on to explain "My mandate also includes weird bugs."
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Great shot of the tree and the bucket birdhouse...which, btw, I think is very clever.
Baby birds sometimes are not one of creations most astute creatures, you tried your best to save its sorrowful little tail-feathers but it just couldn't comprehend what you were trying to accomplish. Who knows, maybe its parents are also thinking that the kid wasn't smart enough to make it in a world of predators?
Seems like it is only the human species that protects and propagates...ah, how should I put it?...Less than bright? off spring.
So glad to see you post dear one.
Sorry to hear of the possible demise of the bird. As one who has tried - and failed - to save small creatures, I understand.
Almost Precious is correct, of course. Most species do not try to save the lesser examples of themselves. So, perhaps, this plays into it?
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