briannaclawson: llbwwb: PSA:My Mother never told me this! Reblog to save a baby Bird:) Yeah, the thing about mama birds rejecting their young due to your touching them is a total rumor. BUT it’s important to know that the parent birds will still feed a baby bird that’s fallen from the nest. Even if you don’t see them come by (which you won’t, because they are stealthy). Also, if you plan on putting a baby bird back be careful. My aunt told me about a baby bird she kept putting back before she realized that it was a baby quail. Quails nest on the ground…. So anyhow, you pretty much can leave the bird and it should be fine. Birds are known to get excited about flying, and they’ll jump early, but they’ll still be taken care of.
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llbwwb:

PSA:My Mother never told me this! Reblog to save a baby Bird:)

Yeah, the thing about mama birds rejecting their young due to your touching them is a total rumor. BUT it’s important to know that the parent birds will still feed a baby bird that’s fallen from the nest. Even if you don’t see them come by (which you won’t, because they are stealthy). Also, if you plan on putting a baby bird back be careful. My aunt told me about a baby bird she kept putting back before she realized that it was a baby quail. Quails nest on the ground…. So anyhow, you pretty much can leave the bird and it should be fine. Birds are known to get excited about flying, and they’ll jump early, but they’ll still be taken care of.

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time-sponges: You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.
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time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

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