A bird in the hand becomes two in the bush...

As I was watering my newly-grown grass this evening, I noticed a little bird hopping through the soil in front of my house. It was just a wee bebe birdie, with new feathers on its wings and legs that were too big and wobbly to stand on. I know I should have let nature take its course, but you know me...a stray bird is still a stray.

So, after some debate, I placed the bird in a tissue box and covered it so that I could hopefully reunite it with it's family in the morning. Later on into the evening, my critter cat was sniffing around my front steps when he suddenly grabs something that starts chirping. Turns out we have wee bebe birdie #2 to contend with. So, after retrieving said bird from the clutching jaws of my cat *giggles*, I proceeded to place him in the same box as the other bird. What are the odds that they are from different nests? They're probably talking about their evenings as we speak, formulating a plan of escape. Good luck.

Anyhow, I have no idea how I'm able to even write something at this ungodly hour (it's 1:43am) but I figured I had at least one brain cell left to manage the task of typing. Urg...sleepy. Hopefully, my wee birds will survive the night and I'll be able to grab some photos of them in the morning. They are SO cute! Just wait and see...