Every once in a while I'm reminded of what a lucky girl I am. I married a really great guy. Look what he spent his Saturday afternoon doing. A baby bird fell from it's nest and landed in the water. Corey always said it seemed strange for the birds to build their nests under the dock because they didn't have far to fall and this little guy proved him right. Corey noticed him floundering around and fished him out with a little bait net. Look how tiny! Poor little guy. One of the things I love about my husband is his love for animals. All animals. He says they're nicer then people and I agree. Animals have sweet, simple souls and ask nothing from us but mutual respect. They've built their home here just like we have.

Now what do we do with a tiny bird?!? He set it on the dock to dry off while he and I came up with a plan. Sadly, barn swallows aren't important enough to be picked up by animal rescue and he couldn't survive on his own. After a short discussion we decided to place him back under the dock and hope he hops back home. Mother Nature is rarely fair but we wanted to give our new friend a fighting chance.

Corey borrowed a marina dingy and scouted for nests under our dock. What did he find? Two more babies! Cute! Here's a picture of my husband to the rescue. I wish it showed how HOT it was! 110 degrees was the reading on my thermometer.

I handed down his precious cargo and Corey gently placed him close to the nest. It was the best we could do. If we touched the nest mama may not come back or the other babies may have fallen. Hopefully, the little one will find his own way. I know Corey and I are hoping hoping he makes it! As of this morning mama is flying around and the babies are making a racket. The water is clear and the baby's perch is empty. Fingers crossed!