He had the big fat tears that pool up in your eyes and hang out there for a few seconds before they fall, and just about killed me. I expected it to effect her but not him so much. I couldn't tell if the bird was suffering or not but I couldn't get myself to finish the job per se. I put it back in the nest and the nest back up. I hope the moma now gets that I am on her side. He wanted to say something to the other chicks that didn't make it. He held my hand and said " I am so sorry that you dies." I am not sure if he understood that they had all ready passed and I was just putting them away. I think he thought I was just getting rid of them like an old toy or something. This bird nest in my house has been such a struggle but also such a joy. I hope that moma bird is doing ok.
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