a few days ago my kids and i found a broken dying itty bitty baby bird lying on concrete on his back in front of michaels craft store. it's a wonder he hadn't been stepped on considering the woman who worked the counter testified that he'd been there,"like that" all day. i scooped him up and told the kids that he was dying but that we could make him more comfortable. they named him 'cutie pie'. cutie pie had a twisted broken leg that caused it to catch on his little wing when he fluttered and he had a very swollen middle. we took him to a pet store where employees took turns looking him over and wincing. we bought him some orphaned baby bird formula mix and took him home. i did a lot of internet research and helped him as best i could. cutie pie seemed to have a miraculous recovery, by the next morning he was chirping away and eating well and opening his eyes! i was so happy, i really thought ,"wow this little fighter is going to make it!yay!" . the third day he was even stronger(yesterday). i went to give him his usual feeding and he opened his little beak, i put the dropper of food in and he tilted his neck to the side, he'd never done that and i knew right away that i was losing him.his eyes closed and he was gone. i felt like i had to reverse it, i mean he was still warm in my hand and was alive a minute ago, i had to fix it, i parted his beak and breathed into it, i rubbed his belly, i ran around chanting ,"no,no,no,it's ok,you'll be ok, c'mon litttle bird, don't die"..but all in vain. i was so sad. i had to quickly go and get my daughter from preschool and showed up looking like i'd been crying my eyes out, i'm sure they all think i'm crazy now. i told my 6 year old son that it was okay and that we'd bury him and he'd become part of the earth and help the plants grow and that it's an amazing cycle etc.. he asked to write a poem to read at the burial. he wrote," cudtey piy, you wor a eegg, and you hacht out of yor eegg, and you wor a bord".
my 'light' found art is a bird. 'light' as a feather. fashioned from a light bulb ,wire, and leaves. if the person who finds it parts his little paper beak ,they'll find the words,"i did my best,i'm so sorry".
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OMG! That is sooo sad! One time we had a bunch of baby birds hatch in a little bird house. I loved getting the kids out there to watch them grow. Then one day I went out to look and told Phillip that they were all sleeping or something...he said, "they're dead"...I said,"NO! they're sleeping!" and he said,"do birds sleep on their backs with their legs up in the air!" They were all dead, but the worst part was that the day before I put one of them back into the nest of death when he tried to escape. I thought my cat would eat him so I put him back. The next day they were all dead. I felt the same as you.
So sad. Poor little Cutie Pie:(
oh Lena, it really is a sad story and I have laerned a lesson today from you. I don't know what I would've done if I had found a little dying bird. I am sure he felt loved. you are really brave and compassionate.
I loved your found art for this week AND last week. I really love seeing what you're doing because it's always so inventive and beautiful.
have a great weekend!
oooh, that almost made me cry just reading about it... what a sad story. and that beautiful bird you made... I hope somebody with a big heart will find it...
oh poor little thing, but he was loved and was in a better place when it was his time. Bless you for trying.
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