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So ugly they’re cute!

The week before a trip is always busy but I decided to go ahead and take Raven out for a run (even though I could have really used the quiet time to finish proofreading my upcoming novel). There’s never a dull morning jog: dogs chasing us, Raven slipping from her collar and racing home, curious deer observing from afar and playful foxes are just a few of the experiences we’ve had.  This morning, it was a nestful of baby birds.


I wouldn’t have noticed the three little birds sleeping soundly in a fallen nest except when they heard us coming, they eagerly threw open their mouths, hoping for food.  I’m assuming their bed tumbled from a tree during our last windy thunderstorm a few days ago, though they were no where near ANY trees.  I debated what to do.  I know a lot of people think nature should just take it’s course, to which I think, I’m a part of nature too and I’m going to do something about it.

Easiest chicks I’ve ever fed!

I jogged home with a dog leash in one hand and a nest in the other.  The poor chicks hunkered down and slept like the jostling was only wind blowing against their bough.  Once home, I fed them some mash (these aren’t the first baby birds I’ve rescued) and they have been sleeping soundly since.  I will probably try to find a local rescue who will be able to take care of them so I don’t have to worry about feedings during vacation.

Always a good thing when I choose to go for a run…

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