So I went out to get the mail and as I was walking back to our place, I saw something unusual hanging from the tree next to our patio.
Huh? What’s this?
So I peeked in and what did I see?
Two baby birds huddled together, one of them had his little mouth open, and was chirping for food. I felt so bad. Kids, I know how to feed, baby birds, not so much. I have nothing to offer them nor the know-how.
I thought those might be more eggs in the pail, but they’re just some small stones, presumably to keep the pail from swinging too much.
I don’t know who found the nest and made this make-shift one for them but I have a sinking feeling about it. Baby birds don’t last long without food. It’s a gorgeous day and the patio door is open and I can hear them chirping periodically. I’m hoping the mama comes back. That she can come back.