I wish I had a pictures, but I don't. Just a story.
I've always been pretty interested in all the animal antics that go around in your backyard. When I lived in my older house we used to have a family of bluejays that would come and nest in the tree right in our backyard every year. The parents would come, lay their eggs, eggs would hatch, chicks would grow and fly away, and the process would repeat for the six years we lived there.
Anyways, one of the years there was this massive thunderstorm, and the nest got knocked out of the tree (which was waaaay up there). My sister had noticed that it was now laying face down on the grass in the backyard. My mom wasn't home so I went out and tried to see what I could do.
I flipped the nest over and found about six of the ugliest featherless things I've ever seen. Their eyes hadn't even begun to open yet, they didn't chirp, just opened their beaks really wide as if waiting for food. They were blind and cold, the parents were gone. They were scattered around the nest. So I flipped it back over and started gently picking them up and placing them inside, and this is when I noticed two were dead. It made me kinda cringe a bit just thinking that two little baby birds had died without ever having a chance, they lay there motionless as I put them inside too.
Once they were all inside I put them on a lower branch in the tree.
The interesting thing was that later on, perhaps a couple weeks later, the surviving chicks were learning how to fly. Again, at one point of a particular day, my sister noticed that one little bluejay was standing on a rock in the garden. I was like, oh cool, so I went out and looked at it. It was (and note I don't use this word ever in a serious context) the cutest thing I've ever seen... all covered in baby down and just beginning to sprout feathers. It wasn't even afraid of me. I went even closer; it just looked at me curiously, then did a little one-two hop and jumped off the rock onto the grass... probably about a foot. It flapped it's tiny little wings a bit and hit the grass head first, and did a little roll. I felt bad for the thing because the parents weren't around so I picked it up and it promptly took a sitting position in my hands. I was amazed, this wild animal (who I had saved before, no less) was perfectly fine with being around me.
I eventually got a chair and climbed up to where the nest was, and tried to dump the bird into the nest, but it didn't want to. Every time I moved my hand left, it'd go right, and when I went right the bird went left... it was like miniature logrolling. And the coolest thing about it was that mother bird finally returned and swooped down to a branch right above my hand and just looked at me. It was surprising she didn't attack me because they're VERY protective of their offspring. It took a couple tries but I eventually got the little bird into the nest.
Cool thing about it was I got it on video. And that's it for my totally awesome story.
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