Trials of Life

While out cleaning up and reseeding my yard, I found an abandoned baby bird.  I don't know where he came from; we couldn't find a nearby nest.  He was still in his shell, struggling to get free.  I put him in my glove and he wriggled and snuggled and finally pushed his shell off.

He has a little bruise on his head from his fall.  Right now he is out back in one of the gloves, alternately napping and wriggling in the warm sun.  Little guy probably won't last the afternoon.

I don't know why I'm just devastated by this teeny bird, but I am.  :(