The Fallen Baby Bird
by Maria Jones
(Houston, TX, USA)
Yesterday, I was just walking around my yard when I saw two most adorable birds lying in one of my flower pot.
I looked up and decided that the nest was in the air vent. We were not able to stick them back in because it is just so high up.
Instead, we kept them in a little box with and open end for them to breathe. We also stuck some paper and napkins inside.
There were always wild cats nearby so we covered the top with a thin sheet of napkin shielding it from the cold of the night. Well, the very next day, we came home to find a bird died.
We fed the other one, allowing it to open its little mouth and grab a seed. Then, we washed it down with some water in a tube. That worked quite well.
A few moments later, I peeked and there was a mother bird with food in its beak perching on top of the box! But it flew away once it saw me... yes, huge, terrible, mean, dangerous me... in a bird's view of us-human beings.
I guess the mother (or father) hadn't abandoned them. Our fear was that these were too weak nestlings that would soon be dead, and they kicked them out.
But I guess it was just plain curiosity. If I were to pick which bird, I would go with the more brave one taking the food.
That is a lesson here, if you are going to let curiosity overtake you, then you must have plenty of courage and bravery also and don't be afraid to be a risk taker.
(Oh yes,and I am not being illegal by taking in this fella here! I am only placing it in the man-made nest of hope. I am not keeping it because it is temporary and the bird will be gone once it can fly.)