Earlier today, I went out to give the grass a drink. Hooking Kobi to a long leash, we sat for a bit while sprinkling water. It was nice to be outdoors with the breeze and birds a-twitter.
I spiraled the hose back into place and as I walked into the garage Kobi was sniffing at something, which I promptly commanded leave-it and put him in the house. Investigating Kobi's curiosity, I discovered a baby bird stuck between the concrete slabs.
Using a DQ spoon that I'd left on the workbench in the garage, I lifted the little puff ball up on the the driveway to see if he could move about. He did. Yay!
I continued to scoot him along until he was on the cool wet grass under a bush so he didn't expire due to the heat of the concrete.
Do baby birds' feathers change color depending on their surroundings? I was surprised to see that this baby was more brown while in the crack and more gray/blue when he got under the bush. I love the little downy bits he still has showing.
After taking these pictures, I left him there hoping he'd survive in the shade. Thanks to Kobi, I think we saved a life today.
I suppose this is the least I can do as the news reports a wild fire out of control in the Rocky Mountains--in the past 24 hours the High Park fire has expanded to 14,000 acres. The wind isn't helping and Highway 287 is closed due to lack of visibility. This is all about 45 miles north and west of me in Lafayette.
Thanks for stopping by, my friends.
Have a great week!