Do you want to know what makes you feel like a bad, bad human?
Hearing a frantic tweeting coming from your garage, locating the source of the ruckus inside of a trashcan, and cautiously peering in to discover this sight:
Worst. Humans. Ever.
(Also? We need to clean out our garbage cans.)
For the record, I didn't add insult to injury by grabbing the camera before an attempt at rescuing this little feathered friend. Well, I suppose I sort of did, but I thought perhaps after I had gently turned the trash can over onto its side that the bird would work itself out of the predicament it was in. After I turned the can over, then I ran for the camera, only to come back and find its neck was still trapped under the wire flag.
So, making not a few pathetic whimpering sounds myself, I grabbed a long handled broom and, while the kids watched on, I gently lifted the flag off of the fledgling robin.
The poor thing was so scared from its ordeal it stayed in the safety of the trash can for about five minutes before venturing out and hopping over to the planter a few feet away.
We watched it flutter around the yard for a while and then decided to go inside and watch from the window. Eventually it flew off, after sitting on our windowsill and squawking for a good ten minutes or so. And, really, who could blame it for that?
Look at that poor crazy ruffled up feather head.
The upside is that the kids got to have about 20 minutes of very up close nature study as we observed this little robin. And, we had a good talk about humans, garbage, habitats, and the responsiblity we have to our animal friends to try and keep the world safe and clean for them. Because you never know when or how an animal will cross your path. We also talked about safety and the way animals might react when scared.
The kids have named this little robin Memphis, after the crazy feathered penguin in Happy Feet.
This morning we decided to leave a peace offering and created some more recycled bottle bird feeders. We've seen robins all day but haven't gotten a close enough look at any of the little ones to tell if it is our little crazy feather headed friend, Memphis.
At least, I hope we can be friends after this.