I went to check on my garden tonight (yes, I planted a vegetable garden! Now to see if anything will actually grow, seeing as the soil is more rocks than dirt) and, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a frog hop away from me through the too-long grass of the backyard.
I looked more closely, and realized that it was not a frog but a small bird. I think it was a baby, just a bit too young to be out of its nest. What I thought was hopping was actually its attempts at flight. It could barely get off the ground, and could relocate by only a foot or two.
Yes, I'm afraid the poor little thing is going to become dinner tonight.