For about 10 days, every 5 to 10 minutes, she fed those babies.
I looked into the yard to see what was going on, and there was Paisley and "her baby bird".
She was talking so sweet to it. "Hi baby bird! You're my baby bird!!!"
I grabbed my phone (for pictures), ran outside, snapped a few and then explained to Paisley that even baby birds need their space. I admit, I really wanted to just sit there with Paisley and hold that tiny bird, but I know better, even though that would have been so fun.