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icarusRothy kitty parked next to the doorwall, gave me the "Hey, mom, lookit what I found" cat-smile, then zeroed back in on the mad twittering sound.
A little baby bird, a fledgling by the looks of it, was snuggled in next to the window, looking up at my lights.
"Hi, little bird...." I knelt down.
He (she?) gave me a bright-eyed utterly trusting gaze. Another "Hey, mom" look.
Had he fallen out of the nest? Oh no, what to do?
The Auduban Society of Portland says don't touch the birdie. Mamma bird is nearby, taking care of things while baby figures out how to take care of itself.
And yes, it is dangerous on the ground, but they have to learn sometime.
A little baby bird, a fledgling by the looks of it, was snuggled in next to the window, looking up at my lights.
"Hi, little bird...." I knelt down.
He (she?) gave me a bright-eyed utterly trusting gaze. Another "Hey, mom" look.
Had he fallen out of the nest? Oh no, what to do?
The Auduban Society of Portland says don't touch the birdie. Mamma bird is nearby, taking care of things while baby figures out how to take care of itself.
And yes, it is dangerous on the ground, but they have to learn sometime.