Baby Bird

As Davis and I were lying in his bed tonight, he was talking to himself.  This is a very normal occurrence and while he is jabbering away, I'm usually doing a number of things (trying to figure out what he's talking about; thinking about what we're going to do tomorrow; considering my television and snack options for after he falls asleep; and deciding whether I really want to get up or if I should just allow myself to crash--at least for a couple hours until I get back up and make a final decision about the television show and snack).

Tonight, after he repeated the same phrase about five or six times, it finally dawned on me what he was saying:  "Touch baby bird?  Nooooo."  Clearly, our afternoon experience had made an impression on him...

As much as I love spring and all the new life that comes with it, I can't stand it when I find a baby bird that has fallen from its nest.  Today in our back yard I found two little birds, one dead and one alive, on the ground.  The live one was "talking" and opening his mouth wide for food and it nearly broke my heart , so I had to do something.  I called my mom and asked her what I should do, and using her advice combined with what I read online, I put the bird into a box with pine straw and leaves and attached the box to the fence near where I found it after giving him a few drops of water.  Hopefully his mama will come back and feed him.  I guess we'll check on him tomorrow to see how he's doing.

Davis was very intrigued by the little birdie and (obviously) was told several times not to touch it.