So two posts ago, I wrote about a strange experience with a wild baby bird. Well slap me silly and call me Jack Hanna, we've had another. In the same week!
I let the dog out for his before bed pee break and suddenly he's chasing a bird in the yard that can't fly. Great. Just Great. I am thinking how the heck can this happen twice in the same bloody week! (And no its not the same bird or one of its siblings). I chase the dog back in the house and proceed to chase this non flying bird around my front yard like a moron. The little bugger may not be able to fly, but he can sure as heck go fast on those little stick feet. I am sure, that all the neighbours sitting outside wondering what the idiot across the street was up to. After much effort, I finally catch the damn thing on my front stoop.
This time its a friggin baby robin that fell out of its nest. I am beginning to think maybe this is a sign? An omen? Should I be worried? I have this fear that I may wake up one day to find my house covered in birds? I am sure there is a horror movie about this, no?
Well strange story has a happy ending. I put the bird in a cage and left it out on the covered porch, and when I checked on it in the morning, the mom was on the fence talking to it, with berries in its mouth. I released it and they were reunited. Good deed done.
Now all the rest of you little birds...STAY IN YOUR FRIGGIN TREES!