Boy, it’s been a tough year for the birdies around my place. About a month or so ago there was a family of Say’s Phoebes hanging around. The three babies had either fallen or been kicked out of the nest. The Mama stayed close to them in the yard, and they tried to fly but kind of just fluttered about 3 feet into the air and then fell back to the ground. One day I went outside and found that one had fallen into the pool and drowned. 😦 There was another on the patio that could barely stand. Obviously it wasn’t going to last long.
Then a couple of weekends ago I pulled into the driveway and saw a dove scurrying away from the side of the house under the Ficus tree. When I got out of the car I spotted this baby. I suspect it’s nest had been knocked down by the strong winds we had the day before (dust storm-yuck). Later that evening we had strong winds once again. I went out to check on it and found it scampering underneath a hedge for shelter, and that was the last time I ever saw it. At least it knew enough to protect itself. I hope it made it.
I really, really wanted to save all the baby birdies I saw in distress, but I am always torn between trying to help and letting natural things take their course. Sometimes nature is marvelous to watch. Other times it’s just heartbreaking.