We went out to check on her today and she wasn't there. We saw one baby bird in the nest, and this on the windowsill beneath:
I was worried about how it had gotten down there, and it was sitting unnaturally still. I thought about trying to get it back into the nest, and then I thought about putting it in a box until its mother came back, or trying to nurse it back to health when I remembered my prior luck with "helping" baby animals, and decided to leave it alone.
BUT, first I decided to get it some water. A little water couldn't hurt and who knew when the mom would be back. So I got a very shallow dish and set it on the windowsill, and the little shit freaked out and started flapping and flying low across the yard.
Which made Lily notice it, and she took off in pursuit. It slammed against the chain link fence as I called Lily off. I went to try to scoop it up and put it back on the windowsill and it squeezed through the fence into the poop bomb throwing neighbor's yard.
SHIT.
I feel so bad. I just went back out there and the mom is back in her nest, probably wondering what the heck happened while she was gone. I don't see the babe-gone-wild, not even when I peek through the hedges into the poop-thrower's yard.
Sorry about that, baby bird. Hope you grow up quick.
