Feeling kind of like a super hero at the moment. One of the baby House Sparrows fell (or maybe got pushed -- could be a sibling plot) out of its nest. However it got there, the little fella was on the ground, peeping its little beak off.
The sparrow trio had been beaking-off all afternoon for food, so I really didn't pay any attention until I noticed my cat was no longer snoozing on the patio chair. A quick check to make sure she hadn't wrapped her leash around a planter found her hunkered in the lawn, riveted to something in the grass. I quickly reeled Kit into the apartment and then grabbed my camera (of course).
|"Who are you?"|
I whipped off a few photos, then looked around for a parent. When I didn't see any around, out getting food no doubt, I decided that if I was quick I could pop the noisy little thing back into the tree hole with mom and dad none the wiser. I dashed for a pair of cotton gloves and a step ladder.
I had just set up the ladder when I heard a voice from the other side of the fence ask, "Whatcha doin'?" It was a friend on her way home from work.
"Rescuing a bird," I replied, then waved for her to come into the yard to see.
|"What are you doing?"|
Slowly, I tried to pick up the little gaffer, talking to it softly. Mostly I was saying repeatedly, "Don't bite, don't bite." I managed to cup it in two hands without squishing it and then slowly climbed the ladder; barefoot, in a long skirt.
At this point I was so glad my friend just happened by, because by quickly holding the ladder she saved both me and the tweeter from a fall. Gotta love synchronicity!!
So I popped the little guy into the tree hole, gave a little victory cheer, put the ladder back, and waited to see if the daddy sparrow noticed junior had a little adventure. Daddy bird did go in and out of the hole a couple times, chirping softly. Then he flew off to get more grub.
Now the little ones are back to their "feed me" ruckus. It looks like everything will be okay.