Well, the story of the baby robin doth continue after all.
As soon as I got home from work and let my cats out, I discovered the baby robin was alive and well under the wooden ramp leading to my house. Uh oh. The cats found him immediately and the chirping began anew.
The chase was on to catch the cats and get them in the house.
Along came the neighbor boy, Tim. I said, “Hey, Tim, can you help me?” He did not hesitate and came right over and stood over the baby robin. At least I had someone to guard the robin now while I rounded up the cats.
Well, try as he might, Tim could not catch the robin (too quick). So I ran in the house to get a shoebox and an envelope to slide underneath it. He was . . . finally .. . able to get the box on top of the bird. We slid the envelope underneath thus trapping the robin between the box and the invelope and then tipping the box right side up, we had him. We quickly tucked in the flaps.
Tim planned to put him back in the nest. Well, of course, someone had to say, “Well, if you touch the robin, the parents won’t come near him.” You know I have heard that for so long now that I don’t believe it anymore. Besides, I think the robin is better off in the nest than on the ground.
At this point he’ll just have to learn to fly and get us all off the hook of trying to keep him alive. One can only hope . . .
