On our walk today, we passed something fluttering in the grass.
It was a blackbird chick demanding to be fed.
Its father — or some random adult male blackbird for all I know — complied. But he changed angles faster than I could change my focus. I had to take a picture anyway, since I’ve never seen a red-winged blackbird feeding its chick before.
I am not too worried about the chick being on the ground. This grassy area is near a bed of reeds, and red-winged blackbirds usually nest pretty low in any case. I have faith that it will make it back to its nest if need be.