When Delaney and I stepped out back this week, we were greeted by this little guy. He couldn’t really fly so I’m wondering if he fell from his nest. Or maybe momma bird thought it was time for him to make it on his own.
He still had little downy feathers around his face, so he couldn’t be too old. Maybe a teenage bird. I can certainly see why momma would throw a teenage bird out of the nest. Don’t we all wish we could do that? At least sometimes?
When we went out later, he was gone. Maybe he got up the courage/strength to take flight. That’s what I’m hoping happened to him.