With Spring comes new life. We tend to get a lot of birds around our yard mostly quail but sometimes other. (one spring we had pyscho birds that would peck at our bedroom window and fly down our vents on top of the house) Anyways last spring our two little angels discovered these little creatures of God and decided to chase and torment them (put them in buckets and play with them) What can you do? Unfortunately we found two of them who had sadly gone to birdie heaven and it's my hunch that Sherlock Holmes and Watson had something to do with it.
Anyway today is the first day that the baby birds were discovered again. Poor things. I tried to explain that the little birdies will most likely be shunned by their mother and die if tainted by human stench. The hours that followed went something like this. Ethan would try to feed the baby bird peanut butter bread then go off and play and tell Aria to tell him when the birdy was dead. Ethan comes over and touches the bird. Aria screams in horrer that the bird is going to die and lovingly builds a shelter around the bird so the wind (which is nonexistant today) does not bother it.
So sad but you just can't help but think it's cute. If they only knew.
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