Her: “Did you see the dead birds?”
Me: “What?”
Her: “Look over there”
There were 5 dead baby birds laying on the concrete. One baby bird is left alive, but perched on a protrudance of vinyl above the apartment complex door. It’s flapping its wings to test them. I bet he could fly down to the ground, but he doesn’t seem sure.
The mother bird is a foot away, in her nest. Not doing anything. I want her to do something to save her baby bird, but she is just attending to whatever is left in her nest.
I put some disposable gloves on, rummage up a shoe box, and scooped the dead babies up from the pavement. I stare at the live baby bird for 15 minutes, watching it test its wings, then just sit there on its perch.
Later, I went to get something from my car. When I came back, the mother bird was on the perch with her baby. I have a feeling they might be in for a long night, unless the flight training goes well.
I hope it does.
no more dead baby birds, so I’m thinking it made it.