The other day, when Wilson and I were walking into the house, he noticed a little "peep" from inside the metal pail on the deck. Sure enough, there was a tiny bird just chirping its little lungs out for his momma. Above the pail is a lantern where we have house finches that build nests every year. Apparently this year one of the babies slipped out of the lantern. I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often... the lanterns are completely open on the bottom. It takes a pretty skilled bird to even get a nest started in the lanterns, let alone keeping eggs and then baby birds in it!
As always, Bob came to the rescue. He put work gloves on and then carefully took everything out of the pail.
Sorry about the blurry photo below, but you get the idea. The little fella didn't have any feathers yet, and was desperately in need of the warmth of the nest, and something to eat.
We took the lid off of the lantern, and deposited the little baby right next to his sibling. Its hard to see in the photo below, but they are snuggled in at the bottom of the lantern, where its nice and dark and full of the makings of a warm nest.
I wondered whether the mom and dad birds would continue taking care of the birds or not, but sure enough... they have both been busy flying to and from the lantern keeping those tiny birds fed.
Don't you love those little miraculous successes? I also love that Bob didn't just shrug it off and say it was just survival of the fittest, or something like that. It was important to me to at least try to give the little guy a chance at life.
I think there are times in life when all of us need a boost from others to get back where we're meant to be.