Welcome to the moment where my life temporarily turned on its ear.
I looked around for a frantic bird momma, and when I didn't see her I scooped up the baby. Scott and I eventually found the nest, about 10-15 feet up a tree. I left the chick with Scott and went back into the restaurant we had just left to see if they had access to a ladder. Apparently they did, but couldn't let me use it because of liability issues. I called Animal Control, but they were closed. We sat on a bench, Scott still holding the tiny (now sleeping) chick, and tried to come up with a game plan. We figured our only options were to put the bird back in the grass at the base of the tree and pretend the mother would realize it was there and take care of it, or take it with us and try to come up with a better plan. You know, one where the bird lived through the night.
|he fell asleep sitting up after Scott fed him|
|his wing feathers are sprouting|