Another Stray

Liz has brought home yet another stray.

Okay, it's not a stray, and she didn't exactly 'bring it home'. Actually, it fell onto our back porch all by itself.

The birds keep building nests in those round holes drilled into the house-walls right under the roof (what is the purpose of these holes anyway?). Alas, it's a lousy place for a nest - the baby birds can fall out long before mama bird decides to kick them out to make them learn to fly.

This little guy fell out before his eyes were even open. Generally, they die within 24 hours. but Liz has been feeding him and giving him water. So far, he's lasted 4 days. His eyes are now open and as you can see, his feathers are coming in. I figure he's still got only about a 1-in-100 shot of making it, but hey, he's already beating the odds.

Liz put him in one of our planters on the back porch. He's got to hope the neighborhood cats don't notice him. Of our three dogs, Jynx and Huxley are curious about him; and Honeybee wants to eat him.