Not ten minutes after I posted my heart warming blog entry yesterday about the baby clay colored thrushes we saved from certain doom, Lance told me there was only one in the nest!
Sure enough, we found the second one in a lantana bush a meter or two from the nest. We put it back in the nest, and the next one left .... we put that one back and they both left ....
Meanwhile, momma and poppa are telling the neighborhood that we're torturing the national bird of Costa Rica.
One baby hopped/fluttered out into the street, then into a drainage ditch where I followed. Don't do this - the drainage ditches here are enormous for a good reason - to handle the huge volumes of rain water after a tropical storm. This one was dry at least but I'm feeling the effects in my right leg today.
Neighbor Mike heard the commotion and offered this sage advice: "Let nature take it's course". What great advice, especially since I was overheating from baby bird wrangling. I mentally threw up my hands in defeat and wisely went inside for a cold shower.
Moral: Baby birds know when it is time for them to leave the nest.