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.