When I picked Vivian up from school after the storm the other day, she noticed two baby birds under the tree by the car. They must have fallen out of the tree during the storm. One had landed in its head and lay dead in a pool of watery blood. The other sat beside it shivering and wet. We decided that it wasn't going to make it without some help. We looked up and saw it's parent - a dove, sitting helplessly on a branch above, next to a nest. So Vivian emptied a box of diapers in the trunk and popped the poor bird in the box. When we got home, Vivian helped figure out what to feed it ("Daddy, what's the baby bird going to eat? I don't think we should chew worms and feed it"). We settled on ground cat food. We put the box on the dinning table, shooed Crazy out of the house, and let it get warm and dry.
By afternoon, it was moving around in the box. By next morning it seemed ready. We took the box back to school after dropping Mommy off at the airport. Vivian opened the box under the tree where we had found the bird the day before.
The bird hesitated for a minute and then flapped it's wings a couple of times and flew up into the tree where it was greeted by a happy parent. Vivian did her happy dance under the tree and I dropped her off at Ms. Mary class for Friday Fun Day. Oh - and she was dressed in pajamas because she thought it would be fun. I heard that Ms. Mary liked the idea and may consider making next Friday a pajama day.
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