This summer, I found a stranger in my backyard: a baby bluebird. He was sitting on our rock wall looking slightly dazed and not at all uneasy at my presence, though his mom started screeching at me from the tree above when I approached. We have a few stray cats that come and go in our neighborhood, and since this bird was too young to fly, I did a little research about how to best take care of the situation.
Apparently touching a baby bird will chase its parents off, dooming it to loneliness and dependence on people (or death by the formidable, razor-clawed Pumpkin if left alone). My only option was to give the baby’s parents space to come rescue him and to shoo off Pumpkin and his evil gang in the meantime. I’m sure you’ll sleep better knowing the little fellow was eventually gathered up to his family and is now making a happy racket with the best of them.
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