Baby Bird

I staggered out of bed as usual this morning, started the coffee brewing, and set up the computer in front of the window.

I noticed a gray lump in the grass and went out to investigate. It was a baby bird (maybe a black capped chickadee?) that wasn't quite ready to fly. I got closer, and it jumped up on my pants leg. So now I had to violate the rule of not touching a baby bird in fear that its mother would then reject it.

So I gently disengaged it's feet from my pink sweat pants, and moved it to my garden. I put some bird food next to it, and a little tin of water.

So far, it doesn't seem all that interested in either the food or the water. And I don't have much of a talent for finding worms and small insects for it to eat, so here's hoping little birdie makes it through the day!