Baby birds

One night, Jed and I and the kids were out in the backyard grilling, and I noticed a tiny little chirping and then I spotted a tiny baby bird on the ground beneath a tree. I looked up to see if there was a nest it fell out of, but didn't see anything. I noticed another baby bird nearby, but that one was dead. I didn't know what to do and I wasn't about to chew up worms and spit them into it's mouth, so I left it alone hoping the Mama bird would come back and get it.






He was a hungry little fella. Poor guy!



A bit later, Izzy found another baby bird near one of our lilac bushes but this one was a bit older. Then I looked in the bush and saw a couple other baby birds all huddled together. So I figured the younger one would have a better chance being with this group so I got an old rag and transferred him and hoped for the best. I am uncertain if any of them made it. I wouldn't let myself look the next day because I knew I'd be upset if they were dead. So I just like to think they all survived and lived happily ever after! :)