We have been wondering how the baby bird is doing in the nest. Hubby got the ladder and peeked. He came in and told me he thought the only remaining baby was dead. This was yesterday. The first thing I did this morning was to check this out. As I put the ladder near the nest....out jumped the tiniest ball of feathers that I have ever seen. He jumped out of the nest on to the porch. Wish I had thought to bring the camera out. He stood there with his legs far apart...looking at me.. "Well, smarty, what are you going to do with me now?" ...he seemed to say. I scooped him up faster that you can say, "Jack Robinson" and put him back in the nest. I went back in the house for a while. Hubby was going out for breakfast, so I decided to watch for a while. I sat there reading and drinking my coffee. In about an hour I heard Chirp! and then many more. He was calling his Mom with a very loud voice for such a little thing. She came and fed him and made many trips back and forth, to take care of him. I don't know if we can survive this drama on our front porch, but we are doing our best. If these little creatures only knew how concerned we are about their safety. Almost like children when they get old enough to fledge.