I'm very sad to report that my sweet Mother stumbled upon a crime scene at The Compound Thursday evening. She found one of the baby robins floating in Rocky's water bowl. She and Dad were pretty sure the bird was the one they knicknamed Charlie. We've watched Charlie and his two siblings for the past week. Their nest was just outside of a window on the back side of the house and we could see their mother and father flying to and from the nest. Just last week the eggs hatched and we could see three little bird heads popping up from the nest. Wednesday afternoon, Charlie, Gabriel and their unknicknamed sibling left the nest for the first time. Mom said they watched them hopping around the driveway and yard, always under the watchful eye of their mother and father. Then Thursday evening while Mom and Rocky were walking, she found Charlie floating in Rocky's water bowl.
All good crime scene investigators know that there are five types of deaths -- natural, accidental, murder, suicide and unexplained. We're thinking this was probably accidental. I can't imagine that a baby bird would be so jaded and hardened that he would willingly drown himself in a dog's water bowl. Anyhoo, Mom got a gardening spade and fished Charlie out of the water bowl and dug a small hole back in the field and buried him.
If it's any consolation, Mom has another group of babies to keep her occupied this weekend - she just now came in from gardening, and announced that there were a half dozen baby rabbits in the front yard. Let's hope none of them have any homicidal or suicidal tendencies.
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I remember a flock of robins went on a suicide mission. The leader flew all herselt and all her babies right into the path of my minivan. There was no dodging all those feathers. I was able to take one by the vet, but they were honest and told me they'd probably end up having to euthanize it. I was so upset.
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