Rocket

A couple of weeks ago, the kids found a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. The mother bird was obviously aware of her little one and was still feeding it occasionally, but the kids were so worried about it as the weather was unseasonably cold at the time and the poor little thing kept shivering. So we made up a little shoe box with cut up pieces of an old sweatshirt and placed the baby bird inside. The kids were so happy when the bird was still there in the morning and seemed to be doing well. However, we soon discovered that the mother bird was no longer caring for her little one and the poor baby bird didn’t make it. We’re sad to think that she neglected it because of our interference. We only had good intentions, but now “Baby Bird Rocket” is lying next to “Tweet Tweet” (see the end of Barn Raising) and is happy in heaven as we must needs suppose.