We have had a number of baby birds visit over the years. Most often we have had cute, fuzzy robins that still have that fat, fluffy baby look.
This youngster has started to get red feathers but still has some baby spots left.
They sometimes look a little ragged and scraggly just as chickens do when they molt.
Isn't he so cute and cuddly? I just want to grab him and hug him. What a sweetie!
This one almost looks lost and forlorn with that look on his face. "Where's my momma?"
While you're checking out this sweet robin, I'll tell you what happened last week with a baby bird that I wasn't able to photograph.
I went out in the backyard and saw several crows around the sorting table where I sort the produce that I get daily from the grocery store. I walked over to find a baby crow had fallen in the wheelbarrow and the sides were too steep for it to get out. Mom and dad crow were causing a big ruckus trying to encourage junior to get out.
I lifted out the baby bird, who was about the size of a fat robin and he scooted away. I saw that he couldn't get off the ground so was going to lift him up onto the fence so he was higher in the air for lift off. (We've had to do that before for robins.) Well. I should have thought of that when I was holding him because he hopped along too fast for me to catch him.
In the meantime, the crows started swooping and diving at me. I've seen this happen with robins when the parents swoop to distract you and to protect their baby but never to this extent. I had between 6 and 10 crows swooping and cawing and causing a big fuss. In fact, the chickens all hid in the bush because of the racket. This went on all day. Any time I went outside, the crows started up again. What a fuss! It was as if they were waiting for me to come out so they could show me how annoyed they were with me. What an ongoing racket when all I tried to do was help. Dumb crows! Poor chickens spend alot of time running for cover that day!