Juvenile South Lake Tahoe Bird

The gray bird landed on the surface of the hot parking lot and started fluttering its wings. What was it doing? Looking at its reflection in the hubcaps? Looking for food?

I tossed some bread crumbs its way, but it didn't react: it just continued fluttering.

Instead, a black bird the same size strode over, picked up a crumb, chewed it up, and offered it to the gray bird, who eagerly accepted the offer. Ah, the gray bird was a juvenile! Almost looked like a different species!