It lives

One bird lived. The other died. If you recall from a previous post, the two boys across the street rescued some bird chicks whose nest had fallen (or gotten knocked known with a hockey stick) from its wedged-in spot next to their rain gutter. The boys took them in. The one that died apparently broke its neck while practice flying. The other one's still living in my neighbors' screen-in porch. He'll eat out of your hand. The boys named it "Summer." The other was named Hazel before it died. They're gonna put Summer out on her own tomorrow. She's been eating dog food the last several weeks. Seems to agree with her.