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My heart broke yesterday.

I pulled into my driveway after a bridal session and a quick run to the grocery store and saw this sweetest little bird face. He had an obvious robin belly – almost rustic with browns and oranges – but little tuffs of baby feathers all over. He looked a mess but so cute. I watched him, thinking he was learning to fly. Then I took a few steps closer and realized he couldn’t fly yet. I have no idea how he got to the middle of the yard. His little squeaks as I moved in became frantic and alerted all of the mama birds of the danger. They flocked to the nearest branch and tweeted me away. So I watch him hop away under some bushes. Then I had an idea. I know you’re not supposed to touch birds, but I have garden gloves with dirt on them. Despite the objections from all the mamas, I put them on and scooped up baby and brought him to the only nest I know of in our yard and went inside. As I sat inside, loading the refrigerator with fresh milk, it started to storm. I went outside but baby was gone. NO idea where he went, but I hope his cute self is safe!