We were at the beach last weekend, and I spotted a tiny baby bird wandering around near some cliffs. I thought it was a local seabird that had fallen out of the nest, so I kept an eye on it from a distance. No adult bird checked in on it for the 40 minutes or so we were around, and then some older kids showed up and started running around and throwing rocks, so I got worried that they might step on it by accident, so I headed over and picked it up. It wasn't a seabird, it was a baby duck, all fluff and gawky little legs. It was tiny and fearless-- it didn't quite walk right into my hands, but it was pretty happy to hang out while the kids had a look and my own kids checked it out.
I cupped it in my hands against my chest to keep it warm, and it nibbled my fingers while I walked back to the car. C&S held it on her lap (and on her chest, since it seemed determined to climb as far up her as it could) as we drove. We took it to the Native Animal Rescue place ( http://www.nativeanimalrescue.org
). They were happy to see a tiny duck and should raise it and let it go or find it a home when it's bigger.
I am pretty sure it got separated from its parent by traffic on that beach, and the parent was scared off by all the people coming and going. I tried to be pretty sure nothing was going to come back and look for it since I didn't want to kidnap a duck-- I just didn't want it to get hurt or washed away.
Except that was 4 days ago, and I still kinda miss the tiny duck. It was tiny and warm and made little peeping noises, and it pretty much fell asleep in my hand. It was really cute.