While trimming a tree on Sunday morning, my dad ended up chopping down a branch with a nest by accident. He was too immersed in his task to notice it, let alone to hear the cries from the nest shortly after, until I told him what had happened. Dad thought the nest was empty, since the day before we spotted a dead chick on the grass directly below the tree. The keen wind and wildly dancing branches led both of us to think that the chick was quite likely tossed out of the nest by the wind and left to suffer this fate because of neglect. But we would not have expected that there was another chick, which was in fact clever enough to alert us for help. Dad and I considered for a while how best to care for the chick. Housing it in a box was probably not the smartest thing to do, so we decided to put it back to the nest and rest the branch in the flower bed underneath a bush in order to afford some cover. But we were also concerned that the chick’s mum and dad would not be able to find it. An