Last week when I was pulling weeds in the late afternoon, I came across this little fellow.
It was apparent he had left his nest too soon.
And I couldn't find it.
And I couldn't find it.
I probably would have totally overlooked him if it hadn't been for his parents making such a ruckus.
The mama/papa Tree Sparrow was up on the roof with food for their little one.
I watched the little guy for a while as he finally was able to flutter up into a low shrub.
The parents came down frequently, landing and taking off.
At one point, they brought him some food and I was able to capture the feeding.
Still caring for him, forever parents.
When I checked later as it was growing dark, I found the little guy out in the middle of the yard,
still chirping for his parents who were beside themselves, swooping in and out.
still chirping for his parents who were beside themselves, swooping in and out.
I imagined it was their attempts to teach him to fly.
But he just didn't have the strength.
He kept heading towards the road so I slowly shooed him back
towards the house until he was back in the shrubs.
He kept heading towards the road so I slowly shooed him back
towards the house until he was back in the shrubs.
It was going to be a long night for him.
Life can be so precarious and unfair at times.
