Robin

I was walking along, and saw this little fellow, sitting on the ground, cheeping miserably. Didn’t move when I approached, and just opened his mouth wide when I stretched my hand out toward him.
I stood and watched for a little while, and presently, a robin came by, stuffed a cricket into the chick’s mouth, and flew off. So, everything is under control, as long as Tinker doesn’t happen by.