The other day while traveling around the island taking photos I almost ran over a baby bird. This little guy was hopping all over the road. No doubt it’s that time a year when the baby bird leaves the nest and learns to fly.
I pulled my car over to the side and got out. I ran as fast as I could, it’s a very busy road, and scooped the little bird up. You could hear this little fella’s mother calling out. I placed him in some bushes close to where she was. I waited for a few minutes just to make sure he didn’t wander back into this busy road.
With in a few moments he was out again along with about five other baby birds. I scooped up each baby bird and decided the best point of action was to place them high in a tree. It was time to fly little ones. You’re ready, I can feel it. One baby bird couldn’t wait to leave my hands. It started flapping and almost flew right out. Another wouldn’t leave my palms when I tried to place him in the tree. He would just look at me, open his mouth and wait for a regurgitated worm. This of course was not going to happen, so I placed him right on a branch.
Once I was finished and no more little ones were making their way for the road I got back in my car and began to think. I was so grateful for these little
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