We knew he was a fledgeling, because when I ran inside to Google "What To Do If You Find a Baby Bird," I found a page that said something like, "If the bird is fully feathered, but seems unable to fly, it is probably a fledgeling. Leave it alone and its mother will come back and feed it. It doesn't need help getting back to its nest." If it had been a smaller, more helpless baby, we were instructed to put it back in its nest; or if that wasn't possible, to make a nest of sorts and keep it safe, warm, and fed until it was old enough to take care of itself. (By the way, Lisa at "Are We There Yet?" has a terrific blog post about how her kids rescued an orphaned baby bird. Check it out here!)
I assured the kids that the bird would probably be okay; in fact, just before we went inside for the night it fluttered to the fence and perched on one of the railings.
I have two tomato plants in pots out on the deck, and they're starting to bear fruit!
"Spirit Shields" all in a row. What's a camp without crafts?
Moe helped catch some of these teeny-tiny toads...
...which was probably a factor in his earning this award.