"You are not my Mother. You are a scary Snort!" ~ P.D. Eastman (Are you my Mother?)
We found a baby bird yesterday. He sat there in the middle of our yard-to young to fly or run away. He just sat there. I felt like I was straight out of the book, "Are you my Mother?" The birdie seemed so confused and scared to say the least. Finally momma birdie must have gotten back from collecting food and noticed her little baby out of the safety of the nest. You could tell she was in a pure panic. K and I backed up and watched from afar...
Watching this momma bird running around our yard, flying from tree to tree, running up to the baby to make sure it was still okay was heartbreaking but neat all at the same time. We were watching the bond of a mother and a child right before our eyes. When I turned around to get Aaron's attention I saw that he too was watching the bond between a mother and a child. Little did I know he was snapping pictures of K and I the whole time.
**Just an update on the little birdie, he is still out front. When we went out to check on him Momma bird was up high in the tree above him keeping guard.**