I found a baby Robin, on the edge of my lawn, directly under the nest he had apparently fallen out of, and near the edge of the street.
I put him by the base of the tree and watched as Momma came to feed him several times a day.
Then, yesterday, I noticed he was not at the base of the tree, but out in the middle of the lawn again. Not a good place. We have two feral cats in this area and I was afraid they would get him. Plus, it was rainy and cold. So I got a potholder, put it in the crotch of the tree and put Robbie in it.
Man, there must have been half a dozen Robins swooping at me and chirping and carrying on.
But they wouldn't come near him.
So, I went back out and took away the potholder and just put Robbie in the protected area.
He was chirping like crazy. Dad did a couple of walk-bys and........................
Finally, two hours later, Dad came by to feed him and Robbie was fed every few minutes for the rest of the day.
A steady procession of Momma and Dad and probably Aunts and Uncles feeding him.
Now--this morning, Robbie is not in the tree. I can't see him anywhere, so I am going to have to do a walk-about to see where he is.