Just call me Dr. Doolittle…this poor little bird got knocked out of a tree by the boys. I think they were shocked that they actually were fast enough to do it, but it was certainly stunned and allowed me to hold it on my hand.

The boys and Alice got a container, filled it with grass and made it a home. They dug for worms and got it some water.

With all their heroic efforts to save it, it soon passed on. We buried it (next to the bird that Billie Jean, our cat, caught) and each of the kids found a special rock to mark it’s grave and they had a moment of silence for it.

Hopefully a learning experience…don’t knock birds out of trees!