Bye Bye Birdie

This story started on a sunny day, when Janina and a friend managed to somehow knock a baby bird out of its nest. The baby was old enough to flap around and fly a bit, not far, but a bit. We found a cardboard box and I informed Janni she was responsible to feed and care for the little thing.

Being a mother with more than 30 years of experience with rescuing poor animals, I give them about a week to live, more if they're strong or older, less if they're are newborns.

Sure enough, about a week later the little thing died, and our heartbroken kids along with Papa Dave held a funeral in the backyard, dug a little hole, made a little cross and said a little word of goodbye.

Of all the kids most affected was Jason, the tenderheart. He has a very soft spot when it comes to things like dying animals, maybe it's a guy thing, I don't know, but us women realize this is how it goes, death, life, life, death, it's a cycle, but guys, they seem to be a bit more sensitive.