A momma bird built a nest on our rain spout and one of her eggs fell out of the nest. It was in perfect condition despite the fall. We got a shovel and carefully scooped it up. We planned to take it to the 3rd graders at school who happened to be hatching chicks...it was the little bird’s best chance! I headed inside to put it in something safer than a shovel for transporting it and ...
it fell off the shovel. Sorry baby bird. We tried.
Then later we went on an evening walk and found a baby bird just hatched that had fallen out of its nest. See it there right between the sticks? Lewis thought those sticks might help it be safe. It was even more sad than the egg! Lewis desperately wanted to help it but we just couldn’t think of a way, so we walked home. Lewis tried and tried to think of a solution the rest of the walk. Then we walked by...
a fully grown dead bird! Good grief!
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