Baby birds--leave them be. So says the Auduban society.

Rothy 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.

Help wanted: Non-Snarky Beta

Advertisement: Help wanted - one non-snarky beta.

Experience: No experience necessary. We're looking for personality and charm, and someone to answer the phones at lunch. Or failing that, just personality and charm.

Duties: Cheerleading and general fic enthusiasm for a salacious throwback to the silly AUs of early SGA, care of the lovely rabidfan.

I can supply snark, but what's needed are the pom-poms.

I'd recommend the beta who encouraged me all the way through Out Of Bounds, but that beta just happens to be ... rabidfan herself.