I imagine what it would feel like to hold one of these baby birds, and I get the jibblies*. In some ways, I would enjoy the feeling of caring for a chick (not that I know how to).
But what really gets me is how delicate they are. Its head and body would just lie limp in my hands. I would look down at its wrinkly, see-through skin, and its gray, bulbous eyelids.
For a split-second I would imagine what it would be like to squeeze it tightly in my hands, but then horrified at the thought, I would shake my head.
*Definition of “jibblies” from Urban Dictionary: A horrible feeling that makes you want to jump around, kick your feet, and shake your hands, attempting to rid yourself of the bad feeling.