Awoke one morning to see our Robin's nest tipped out from it's perch. After searching for a bit we couldn't find any of the birds around the yard. Thinking they may have fledged and moved on I went to pick up the fallen nest. Underneath I found one of the baby birds still alive and looking for food.
I gathered up the nest and placed it back into its spot within the joist beams, then Jim and I set to "worming" in our back yard. Mama Bird makes it look much easier than it was. I'm sure the heat and humidity was more of the culprit as we had to dig a little deeper to find some tender morsels for our fledgling. All in all I think she ate about a dozen worms. Many were smaller than what I had watched Mama Bird feed them over the past weeks. But she wasn't complaining.
Hand feeding a baby Robin was a sweet experience. She made it known that she wasn't quite "full" yet, but after a
while she settled into a comfortable slumber within her nest.
Returning that evening after sunset I checked on our sweet gal and found that she was sitting up and looking for something to eat. So a bedtime snack was in order. This time three worms did the trick and she was snoozing comfortably.
The next morning we awoke to see the nest empty. Hoping that she found the strength to fly on her own I still took a few moments to search around the area.
Unfortunately our little bird had passed. She now has a special place with Smokey up on the knoll.
Life can be hard at times - strength and kindness are always welcomed.
enjoy,
k
