The babies fell out of the nest in a very sudden and stiff wind. The mommy and daddy finch absolutely panicked. They've been nesting in this spot under our awning for years and we've seen several clutches of babies fly away. I'm not sure if they made it or not. It was a windy day . . . but we helped as much as we could. Middle, especially, can't stand the thought of a baby bird being down and will spend hours watching and chaperoning from a distance so as not to interfere with the parents, but to ensure that baby is safe . . . . .
Sarah and Percy and Bill, we called them. From the story, "Owl Babies."