baby sparrow

baby sparrow
I took my big dogs to the doggy hotel on Memorial Day. They weren't invited to the picnic because of excessive drooling and hyperactivity. Before the picnic I was sitting on the back patio with my grand-dog Scout (who is so well behaved that he was invited to the picnic) when a storm of chirping and squawking developed behind me. I looked back and saw Scout looking down at the ground. When I walked to the spot where he was there was a baby sparrow in the grass. I thanked him for not eating it and took him inside, then all the wild chirping stopped.