Baby bird on windshield wiper
I didn’t spot this baby bird until I had already started the truck’s engine. He (or she) let me get just as close as I wanted, until I tried to get it to jump to my finger. Then she leapt into the air, flapping her wings eratically and violently, and an updraft carried her up and over the building in front of my truck. I don’t know what kind of bird it is, but I have (sort of) ruled out goldfinch and meadowlark. Still, I can’t explain the yellow feathers (down?) on its undersides.
