On our walk tonight, a girl showed us a tiny baby mockingbird that she had found on the ground. It had fallen from its nest. While I was happy to have an opportunity to photograph such a young bird, I wish it had been under better circumstances.
The baby mockingbird in our backyard is still fussing — a lot! I was able to photograph him for three days in a row, but then he learned to be afraid of me. Now I can only occasionally get a glimpse of him between the viburnum leaves. There’s a baby in Carla’s yard, too, and they fuss to each other. Rich has decided that mockingbird babies are indeed the most annoying birds!
I leave in PAsasdena, Ca. I have been fostering baby mockingbirds to place them back into the wild. If you ever need a person to help you with a mockingbird, I’d be delighted to do so.