Baby mourning dove. Though if this one were a human, it would be old enough to tell you "I no baby, I *kid*!"
It spent a bunch of time preening, on the 23rd. I saw it standing on the edge of the nest a couple of times, but I never saw it flapping, the way the baby -- I mean *kid* -- robins did, or the way the kid ducks do.
It was still in the nest the morning of the 24th, but by the evening of the 24th, it was gone. I wish it well..... It seems like such a hapless thing, to have to survive the big dangerous world with only the ... not-so-attentive ... parenting it seems to me to have gotten. I hope its parents are looking out for it now.
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