Last night I opened the door to the
attic, turned on the light, spotted a young bird huddled against the stoop, let
out a gasp, turned off the light, and shut the door. Leroy came to have a look.
This time a flashlight shinned on this bird sitting in the same place. After a
call to our landlord it was decided to let it go until morning when better
brains might prevail with a solution.
In the morning Leroy’s brain came to
the rescue. He felt that he could take a cloth, put it over the bird, put one
hand under and one hand over, capturing the bird preparatory to taking it
outside. I found an old towel, handed it over, and opened the door while
standing out of the way. The little brown and white bird had moved, but just to
the other end of the step.
Leroy immediately put the towel over
it, one hand under, one hand over, grasped gently, told me to open the door,
went onto the deck by the bird bath, and released it. The bird quickly flew away
from us, landing on the ferns where an adult swooped down with much chattering
and sat on the close by fence.
A little later Leroy saw another young
bird that had left the nest and landed in the grass. A starling also seemed to
be overseeing the flying lesson.
What a nice day for birds.
Paula
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