This little sparrow was sitting on our deck the other morning. She looked so bedraggled and sad.
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.
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.
Every morning I look for this baby with a bald head. Hope she made it.