I'm on the Hunt

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... for creepy, crawly things. If you've read my other discussion, 'Father Goose' you know my husband and I rescued a baby robin from sure death. It was dark when I went to feed him last night so I had a tough time finding bugs or worms for him to eat. I had read that they will eat bits of fruit too, so I brought out a grape and tried that in small pieces. He spit it out. Finicky kid. I did find a dead cicada and he had eaten fresh ones earlier in the day, so I figured dried was better than none at all. He scarfed it up. I was afraid to look in his box this morning, expecting to find either downy feathers strewn about if a predator got him, or just plain ol' dead, our meager efforts at rescue in vain. Well he's still there and boy, did he give me a scolding when he saw me. "Where's my breakfast, Mom? Just because it's Sunday morning doesn't mean I'm not hungry!" Rather than chase down a worm first thing, I tried the grape again. I guess he was hungry enough that it didn't matter whether he liked it or not, he scarfed down each of the small bits that I fed him. I went bug hunting and found what I think was a cicada still in his skin, so he quickly became baby robin food. Yum! That should hold him over until my husband gets up and can dig some worms. I'll be smart this time and put several in a container of dirt that we can get to more easily at feeding time. This shot isn't the best since I took it myself, juggling the camera with my left hand while feeding him a grape with my right.