A week or two ago, we found this baby bird in our front yard. He was tiny, could barely move, but was alive. He had fallen from this nest. When Eric got home, he pulled out the ladder, lifted the momma bird’s tail feathers up and unceremoniously slipped the baby bird under her. Since then we have been watching intently to make sure the momma didn’t push the baby out or reject the baby. No baby birds have been found on the ground since then. Just yesterday we saw the momma and two babies looking around. They have gotten so big! We assume one of these babies is the one we rescued, although they in no way resemble the tiny thing we tucked back in that nest. We’ve also seen the dad hanging out.
