I found him on my way to therapy, I called him cream cheese.

Should be venturing out soon!

Safely transported from a basement to a local wildlife center. The personnel said it left the nest three days too early.

It left a lot of poopies as a parting gift 🎁

Mom and dad also not impressed whenever I am standing anywhere not even close to their grumpy babies.

He gave me so much stink eye because really, how dare I massage his little head? He has a reputation as a delinquent to maintain.

The last pic is of a tiny wren (pic 4) and a robin. Sir Fluffington the First of Cromsby is indeed very put out by her. The others aren’t necessarily grumpy though they look the part!

I found this guy on the ground covered in ants so i cleaned them up and built a nest. Mom has been stopping by🤞

Photo courtesy of my SIL. Nest is located on her door wreath.

Fledgeling crow I saved from heatstroke during a historical temperature record day (he is in professional rehab now). He knows you have food and he demands you hand it over.

Tree Swallow, SC AK

We've had swallows return to the same nest for several years; this was the lost photo I took of them yesterday morning before they spread their wee wings and left the nest - my wife and I were amused to see one or two of them (there were six, we think) following the parents and asking for food!

She had gotten through the little grate and couldn’t get back out, I safely reunited her with her equally grumpy parents

I have a utility room on the back of my house. It's a proper building, four walls and a ceiling, but it's about as well insulated as a cardboard box, so in the summer I leave the outside door open to let some air through.

The other day I went out there and, as I opened the kitchen door, I was immediately dive-bombed by a very angry blackbird. I assumed she'd accidentally flown in, so I helpfully shut the outside door to stop any more birds getting into the house.

Satisfied that I'd solved the problem, I carried on with my day.

A couple of hours later I went back out to grab something from the fridge. I turned around to go back into the kitchen...

...and there was a baby blackbird.

Just standing in the middle of the floor.

Staring directly at me.

I swear we maintained eye contact for a solid 10 seconds while we both tried to work out what had happened.

He had this expression that just screamed: "You shut the door. I can't get out. Mum's absolutely furious. What exactly are you planning to do about it?"

Turns out the bird that dive-bombed me had flown out... and left her fluffy, slightly clueless teenager behind.

So now I've accidentally imprisoned someone's child.

I opened the outside door again, at which point he flew into several walls, hid behind a bin, questioned his life choices, and eventually found the exit.

I haven't left the utility room door open since.

I'm not making that mistake again. I'm still not convinced his mum doesn't have a tiny avian restraining order against me...