Hubby and I returned from a long weekend away to find a wounded bird on our deck. It’s feathers were disheveled and it cowered when I came near instead of flying away. Hubby called animal control, which was closed for the night. So the cops came.
Turns out, the bird is not wounded. It’s a baby crow that’s been kicked out of the nest to, ahem, encourage it to fly. Here are two minutes of flying lessons (sideways, unfortunately).
Am I the only one that finds this highly entertaining?