As a child I remember finding a baby bird and trying to save it. Looking back at the experience I didn't have a clue about babies, ... or birds. And to this day I still don't have a clue about babies or birds. My earlier experience devastated me. The bird naturally died.
This time I came to realize that the body temperature of any newborn has to be maintained. So from about 4:00 pm yesterday afternoon until this morning at about 5:30 am, I have held this baby bird cupped in my left palm to try to save him or her.
From George the dog, and Fart the cat and his other brother Clyde the cat, ... and hypothermia. So far so good.
Since about 5:30 am I have been baby sitting, changing diapers (for the bird) and doing a brake caliper replacement on the Ford dualie, ... so the day has been rather full.
As I was sitting there once again putting my pinky finger down a baby birds mouth (sounds cruel, ... but it would not eat or drink if I didn't), ... I thought what a great opportunity to take some pictures of a baby bird close up.
Mom and dad robin have been dive bombing me all day but they won't feed the baby. God forbid I try to keep something alive. I found another baby robin this morning being eaten by wasps in the same place the last robin fell.
Hopefully this little guy / girl makes it.
This is the little guy / girl, ... first thing this morning after sleeping in my palm for the entire night.
Hang in there, things get better before they get worse. And you get to fly were I am earth bound.
Nikon D3s, Carl Zeiss Makro-Planar 2/100 ZF, 1/100 sec at f/4, ISO 640
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