Another baby bird siting in our yard!
On Sunday, John rushed in the house and said, “Barb, grab the camera! There is a baby finch on the hitch of my trailer!” I rushed out saying, “He will fly away before I get there.” But, he didn’t. In fact, he sat so still I was able to get about 10 shots of him.
He then hopped/fluttered onto the the bumper of John’s truck when I snapped this picture. I felt so bad for the little guy. Where did he come from? Where was his mama and papa? Aha, it then came to me. The neighbors were cutting down a tree. I think perhaps he lost his home. I felt so bad. What to do? Times like these are so hard to remember that nature will do what needs to be done. I must not interfere.
But, I had to help out in some small way. I took a craft paint brush and was able to coax him to hop on the handle of the brush. He sat nicely as I transported him to the maple tree in our front yard. Maybe he knew I was trying to help? He hopped off and into the tree. Every few minutes I would check on him. I heard him tweeting now and then. Perhaps he was calling out to his mama? By mid afternoon, he was no longer in the tree, at least that I could see. I hope with all my might his mama found him and he is safe and sound again in her loving wings.