I hate when baby birds get tossed out of the nest. I'm inevitably the one that finds them. This little guy was in my grandma's yard yesterday, all cute and fluffy. I tried to feed it some bread, but it was still to young to eat solid food.
Sadly the little guy didn't make it through the night. I hate that. I didn't want to touch it for fear that the parent birds would stop taking care of it. I hope it's in birdie heaven.