When the baby robins flew their nest the other day, this one stayed behind. The boys watched and waited for several looonng hours, until it was obvious that the parents weren’t coming back, to take ownership of this fine little fellow.
They fixed up the butterfly barn as a cage, and padded a coconut shell for the little robin to sleep in. He ate worms and ants, readily accepting his new ‘parents.’ My boys couldn’t have been prouder! In the morning, he woke them up with his chirping.
They were glad to have an ‘alarm clock’ that didn’t require batteries. That day they played with him when ever possible, carefully handling him, carefully feeding him, carefully letting him fly…
He was starting to get the hang of using his wings. He would flutter from one boy to another, then to the computer screen. He would fly onto the bunk bed and back to a boy.
The boys began making plans to keep him. They wanted to buy a bird cage, so that we could always have a robin in the house.
I told them that I did not like this idea.
Wild things should be free.
Take good care of this one, and when it is time, let it go.
There will be more creatures for you to care for, if you do well with this one.
They didn’t like my ideas. “What if this birdy never really flies?”
I told them, “Only time will tell. Now, lets enjoy this fellow while we have him.” They agreed.
That evening, we ate supper together, the bird secure in his cage. After supper they gathered more worms, and found the poor little birdy dead.
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I don’t know why such things happen. They tried so hard. The bird looked healthy and seemed happy. It sang the prettiest little songs, especially when with the boys. The house was plenty warm, though not too hot. The little birdy should have lived… but he did not.
My boys were heart-broken. They didn’t know what to make of it. They wanted so much for this birdy to live. They had been willing to spend their hard earned cash to provide a home for it, not to mention their time and attention. They had done everything they could… isn’t that what love does?
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