In my last post about the baby, I mentioned that I thought I had injured the mommy bird because I inadvertently scared the poor thing after trying to water the hanging plant that it was hiding in. Well, the good news is that both mommy and daddy birds appear to be alive and well. The bad news is that the baby bird has remained in my landscape, on the ground, for about a week or so now.
I'm truly amazed it is still alive and that no animal has eaten it for dinner. But every morning I go out to get the newspaper and there it sits on a large rock in our landscape. It's survived some pretty severe storms, some of the hottest days in history here, and a big drop in temperature at night. And every morning, there it sits.
I leave it birdseed every day but I fear that Chip, the chipmunk, is eating it instead. I no longer see the parent birds drop in to visit the baby bird so I don't believe that it's still being fed. Yet, day after day, it just sits in my landscape. It never moves to more than the rock and then behind the bush.
|Sugar, in the doorway, wondering why the bird won't fly?|
I'm no longer worried about it every minute of the day because I don't know what else I can possibly do for it. It needs to fly away... for it's welfare and my sanity!