Today was one of those days where we had soccer practice and wouldn't be home until well after dinner time. Using some foresight I decided to let the kids run amok while I prepared dinner. Trevor comes running in to tell me that Lucky, our cat, has caught a bird. "Come quick, you have to see this Mom!" he tells me. Knowing that Lucky is very much a bird cat I went outside. I was expecting to see an adult bird with puncture wounds. This is what I found:
This is what I found. Lucky had been "toying" with it like it was a mouse or vole. So I rescued it.
And put it in a shoe box on Julia's counter so she could figure out what to do with it.
We think it came from the nest in the picture above. Trevor found another baby bird that was dead just below the nest.