I first noticed this little guy while I was sitting on my patio. The first thing I saw was there was a LARGE amount of bird poop all over the chair next to me and on the ground. Also on the ground was a part of a bird's nest. Then I looked at the back of the chair, and there he was standing there, a little shaky and obviously scared to death. (the term scared sh*tless comes to mind.) I went inside so as not to scare him more. For the next few days, he managed to fly short distances but not high enough to get back into the tree. I kept the dog away from the backyard to try to give him some space. About two days later he was gone, hopefully back up to a new nest in my tree.
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