This morning Eric tells me to come outside, but leave the dogs inside. Great...a snake or something! (That's what I was thinking). But it was a baby bird. It had feathers and looked healthy but was still the size of an egg. He appeared to have fallen out of a tree. Now, we have a lot of trees with no visible nests so it wasn't like I could just put him back up.
Learning from a friend's recent "fallen bird" experience, I had Eric get a bowl and a tea-towel and I picked up the bird and put him in the "nest" and put it up on our play-house (which is funny because we call the play house the "Bird House").
I thought it'd be a great project for the kids to make a better make shift nest and hang it in a tree. So when they woke up...that's what we did!!
Then we went to get the bird and put it in the new nest to hang on the tree....
So much for a great rescue project!! The disappearing bird did not go over well...no matter how exciting I tried to make it...."Yea!!! The bird flew away." "Yea...the momma found the baby bird and took it back to it's nest" "Yea!! The baby bird is ok!"
Not so much. 3 kids. "But I wanted to keep it." "But I want to see the bird" "But I wanted to hold it".