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Sunday evening, 7:35pm. Darker than picture shows Dove baby now on fuse box surface watching the world. |
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Back up on top of nest |
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And then baby took off. I ducked, because babies fly well, but navigate poorly. Baby landed on dirt under bushes across the path. Dark bird, dark soil, no direct light. 7:42 p.m. |
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I tested the flash off to the side. Baby didn't flinch, so I used diffused flash or there would have been no documentation. My major concern was whether the parents would find their child. It was under the bushes, not visible from above. |
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Parents arrived. Baby flew straight up to a thick branch, but could not cling, tumbled back down into the dirt. |
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Baby flew up to back of bench, also thick wood. Couldn't cling. Fell back onto the dirt again. |
When I finally headed back upstairs all was fine. Adult pecking. Baby nearby. Parent birds don't snuggle their kids. They feed them, then ignore them. I don't know if I'll ever find this baby again.
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