The Baby Bird

While we were at Grandpa's, I saw a cat in the backyard frolicking around--and then I realized it was "playing" with a bird. I shooed the cat away and I hoped I wouldn't find a horrible sight. Luckily, the bird only had a little scratch on its back.

It was just a little baby bird. I don't think it had even lost all of its down. I checked it over and I couldn't find anything wrong with it. We left it on the grass with the hopes that its parents would find it. What they would do with it once they found it, I don't know, but I didn't know what else to do with it. Since there aren't any trees in the backyard any more, I knew it hadn't come from Grandpa's yard, but since it couldn't fly I figured it had to have come from a nest at one of the neighbor's homes. We kept an eye out for the parents so that we could see where the nest was. We found it, but it was impossible to get to.

Unfortunately, shortly after we found it, the little bird died. I think the parents may have kicked it out of the nest and that was when the cat found it. Its nest was in such a difficult place to reach that there was no way the cat could have snatched it from the nest, so that is the only conclusion I could come up with--something must have been wrong with it, the parents sensed that and pushed it out of the nest.

Amanda wanted to bury it, so we found a little spot of ground and dug a grave. Rainer and Amanda then collected little stones and decorated the ground.