Soggy Baby Bird

This little sparrow was sitting on our deck the other morning.  She looked so bedraggled and sad.

If I stare into the window long enough food will appear
If I stare into the window long enough food will appear

A steady stare into our window is a clear sign she knows bread will be offered soon.  They learn early that this house has a soft spot for birds.

See how cute she was only a day or two earlier.  All downy and fluffy still. Baby feathers still in place.

Fluffy on a sunny day
Fluffy on a sunny day

Then she turned a little more and I saw that not only was she wet but she had been pecked. The fluff on the back of her head was missing and she had a scab forming.  Either her parents were tired of the baby-feed-me routine or another bird species thought this baby was in their way or might taste good.

Who took a chunk of fluff off the top of my head?
Who took a chunk of fluff off the top of my head?

Every morning I look for this baby with a bald head.  Hope she made it.

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