Baby Birds

A few weeks ago I looked out the window to see the kids chasing a small animal through the corn field.  Upon questioning, I learned that they'd been chasing a bird.  They'd seen it fall out of a tree and wanted to put it back in its nest.  Later, they showed me where the nest was and we discovered that it was a nearly full grown robin.  It sat SO still hoping we wouldn't notice it.

A few days later, I came outside to see the kids sitting under the slide and acting very suspicious.  Upon inspection, I discovered that they had once again found the same baby robin.  This time, however, they'd put it in a nest (an abandoned one thankfully) and covered it with a towel underneath the slide.  The little bird was extremely content.

It was pretty darn cute, but we returned it to it own nest, and made it clear to the kids that they needed to leave it alone.

Then a week ago, the kids found another baby bird.  This time they found it in our garage, so they rescued it in a wet sand bucket.  The poor thing was half soaked.

It fluffed back up after a while.  We think this one was a baby quail.  A neighbor took this one since we had no idea where it came from.