Rescuing a baby bird

[Catherine]

I had an interesting experience rescuing a baby bird.

I was almost home when I came across some local Robins, all upset and flying around crying. Sure enough there was a baby Robin on the sidewalk under a tree. The little one was too young to be out of the nest. There were a number of Robin couples flying around trying to protect the bay while they figured out what to do.

I walked up and picked the little bird up, but I couldn't reach the nest. It was just too far up the tree. I figured I could climb the tree, but not with a baby bird in my hand. So I put him in a cloth bag, held the bag in my teeth, climbed the tree. I was able to put him right back in the nest.
Then I climbed down and backed away so the Robins could come down to check on the baby.

It was then that I realised that the Robins calmed down once I picked the baby up. They stopped flying around and they went silent. They all just watched me. They knew I would help.

When I thought about it I realized that these are the Robins that come to my back yard and eat my berries and watch me gardening.
These are my Robins. Generations of them have been coming to my yard and they know me. When the baby flies he will join the flock and I may not know which Robin he is, but he will be there.