R.I.P Birdy

I tried to save her. I really did.

Dug up lovely worms, even cut them up and found a way of feeding them to her properly (meaning getting her able to swallow them by acting like the parent bird and shoving it down the birds throat but hey) but...

Made her a nest out of an old rag and kitchen paper.

But mum was right, something must have been up with it.

and just as I thought it was doing much better.

I mean I managed to feed it two worms!!! That's more than it had eaten since we found it.

Maybe I shouldn't have left it. It might have been fine if I didn't leave it out under the hedge whilst we took Nana back home. I should have known it would have started raining and it might have been too cold for it. But then... how should I have know when we came back it would be dying. How should I have known that when we came back it would be so weak it couldn't even hold itself on its front anymore...

Such a sad sight you know. A bird lying on it's side; it's legs stuck out in front.

It tried to eat more, but it didn't even have the strength to peck at the worm, or to close it's beak and swallow it.

I had let dad help him.

I mean, humanly no?

Didn't I?












Doesn't mean I don't feel bad though.











Doesn't mean I didn't weep.