Baby robin
April 27th, 2006 by rivercrow
A baby robin and its parent were in the middle of the road on the way home. It was just a fledgling, primaries and tail stubby, chest still spotty.
They could have been flattened. I stopped dead in the road, and picked the little one up.
What a tiny piece of fluff, all softness over spindly bones. It gaped at me, begging to be fed. When I set it down, it flipped backwards and wagged its legs in the air. Behind me, the parents warned and called.
It was rush hour. A line of 10 vehicles were collected astern my car. There is no question what the right action was.
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