About a month ago Sailor found a baby bird that had fallen from it's nest. A cat got the Mama bird and he felt very sorry for it and wanted to take care of it.
He fixed up a cardboard box and tenderly cared for it, catching all it's food and feeding it painstakingly often. He named it Chirp and totally neglected Wags in favor of sitting beside the box and talking to his helpless little bird. But even with all it's care it didn't survive.
There was a tearful little funeral and then the search for the perfect tombstone ensued. He finally found one and brought it to the house to have it inscribed.
It now marks the spot where a little bird that was nearly smothered in love rests peacefully.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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How sweet. Or maybe bittersweet, since the poor little baby died.ReplyDelete
Oh....so sad when those little birds don't make it. It's so very hard to keep them alive. We just did this, too, about 2 mos. ago. Thought we were nearly there when we lost a baby bluejay. Hugs and comfort to the Sailor.....ReplyDelete
Awwwww! that's so sad! I love little critters too.ReplyDelete
I once rescued a little bird that had fallen out of its nest, and I couldn't even figure out where its nest was. So I took it home and made it comfortable. Then I went to the pet store and bought baby bird formula and fed it with a syringe. It grew bigger and bigger and it used to follow me around my apartment like a teeny-tiny feathered puppy. She sat on my finger while I cracked my eggs for breakfast, she really thought I was her mother. Gradually she got bigger and bigger until I noticed that she seemed depressed about being in the house. She started pecking seeds from the floor that my other birds dropped, and she began hiding from me and refusing to come out when called, so one morning I sat her on my finger and she perched there trustingly while I carried her outside, thinking maybe she would find her family there. When I got back home from work that day I looked around and called for her but I never saw her again. Then I noticed this sinister looking tail-less cat walking smugly in the opposite direction. My heart sank. I couldn't PROVE the cat ate poor little Liberty, but I never quite got rid of the image. I missed her so much and worried about her to the point that I would go outside and call her every day for about a week. I never saw her again, but I always hoped she managed to outwit that dreadful looking cat.
how lucky for that baby bird, to live it's short little life loved so very much!ReplyDelete
The little bird was happy.because it was tanderly cared of your family. Love rest peacefillyReplyDelete
Awwww! What a dear dear story!ReplyDelete
Such a touching post.ReplyDelete
~ Blessings to you and yours !
So precious.Young tender feelings show through.ReplyDelete
What a wonderful person Sailor is going to grow up to be.
Awww! What a sweetheart,he did all he could and then some! Kudos to Sailor! Natalie,ReplyDelete
What a wonderful child! I'm so sorry the little bird died but it certainly knew it was loved and well cared for by one sweetheart of a little Sailor Boy!ReplyDelete
That is sooooo adorable - aren't you so happy that he's such a caring person and wants to care for other things?? Hmmmm, he must have pretty good examples there!! :) Take care ~ReplyDelete
How sweet and sad. Those wild babies can have a tough time surviving without Mom. Your son sounds like a softie with critters. In this day and age, I love to hear about kids like that.ReplyDelete
How touching! I just finished caring for a couple of baby birds that were blown out of their nest a few weeks ago. They were able to fly away to live their lives. It is very hard to try to rescue something and then to lose it. Blessings,KathleenReplyDelete
Nice stone! I must say we have a few of those around here that is for sure. So many now that I wished I had purchased a stone engraving machine!ReplyDelete
I attended to my award you gave me a while back, the post says July 4th but really I didn't do it up until yesterday. Thank you again for thinking of me.
What a touching post. I have enjoyed reading your blog. Have a great day. Many Blessings,ReplyDelete
Awwww...that almost makes me want to cry for the sweetness! That is so tender!ReplyDelete
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When I was little, the neighbors cat got a nest of baby bunnies. We took in the survivor and nursed him for three days, but sadly he didn't survive. Somewhere in the woods behind the old house in New York is a tiny tombstone very much like the one your son made. Even all of these years later I still think about our 'baby'. Your son sounds like he had a kind and gentle heart, I hope he will be comforted knowing that he did the best he could for his little friend.ReplyDelete