I’ve never run into the proverbial lost baby bird before.
I was outdoors, and there was this bird that was walking around the lawn, making sad cheeping noises and opening its mouth in classic begging position and omigod I think it’s a baby robin, what do I do?
I remembered the old wives’ tale about how if you touch a baby bird the mother won’t recognize the scent, but I also remember that it’s not true because birds have a poor sense of smell. I couldn’t remember if that meant you should or should not pick up lost fledglings.
I picked it up and held it up, so the parents would see it better. I know that does not make a whole lot of sense, but I was sorta panicking on the bird’s behalf and I wasn’t thinking too clearly.
I went back inside and shouted, “There’s a lost baby bird here, anyone know what I should do?”, but there was no one in hearing distance.
I went back and the poor thing was still hopping around crying, so I thought I would feed it. I dug up a big fat worm, but it was much too big. I dug up a smaller worm, and after a few tries it managed to swallow. (No, wait, swallows are a different type of bird).
It ran into the woods, and I couldn’t follow, so I just went back in and hoped the parents would come and get it. A quick Googling told me that yes, it was a robin, and I was really stupid for picking it up like that and such.
How do the parents get them back in the nests? It couldn’t really fly, just hop and flutter a couple of feet in the air. The mother is going to come back after it, right? I hope it’s okay.
I’m not thinking very straight right now.