The other day, I came home to this on the counter...
Looks like a bunch of garbage in a bowl, I thought so too, but look closer...
There's a little egg in it.
When I called Colby to ask him what the heck, he told me he had found it on the ground and he felt bad the momma bird must have kicked it out, so he thought he'd try to save it.
Although I believe mother nature has it pretty well figured out, and I knew this bird wouldn't live, I didn't have the heart to say.
So I did this...
put it on top of our scentsy warmer, cause if this bird even had a chance, I knew no paper towel was going to do the trick.
Well.... let's just say I probably cooked it. When I came and checked on it later, it was almost too hot to touch. Whoopsies!
Oh well. I guess the fact that I knew it wasn't going to live in the first place makes me feel a little bit better. But only a little.