On Saturday morning I was taking a lazy stroll with Poppy when I noticed a tiny ball of fluff on the sidewalk. After closer inspection, I realized it was a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. My heart broke you guys.
I ran home, grabbed my camera and proceeded to look like a lunatic taking photos of cement. I was also screaming at passerbys who came too close to stepping on my precious bird. I decided to rescue her.
I ran home again, Googled “what to do if you find a baby bird who has fallen out of its nest” and discovered that under no circumstances should I keep the bird as a pet. I could, however, try to put her back in her nest. I ran back to my bird determined to find the nest and save her life, but she wasn’t there. I shed a tear, said a small prayer for my bird and sulked all the way home. I will keep you in my heart forever little one.
photos via myself