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While Tim was bush-hogging behind the marsh pond, one baby red-winged blackbird kept flittering right into his path no matter where he turned (a persistent defender of the grasses!) - so Tim asked me to hold onto the little bird to keep it from getting mowed over while he continued. When I let the bird go a few moments later the parents immediately joined him (her?) - phew, I felt relieved that he wasn't shunned. (I have to admit it was a treat to feel his soft feathers and tiny movements, though I imagine he was terrified)