Baby birds

With it being spring, I thought I would reflect on times I've seen baby birds in the "wild."

When I was about six years old, we had birds that built nests in our roof. On one occasion, we found a baby bird lying on the ground, chirping. That was the first time I had ever seen a baby bird and learned how ugly they are. My mom called a vet, or maybe animal control, to ask what to do. We put it on a stack of toilet paper in the front yard and left it in the sun. But it died soon after that.

On my mission in spring 2009, we visited a less-active member who had a bird nest on her fence, so we looked at the babies. They had bugs on their faces.

During spring term of 2010, I came home from grocery shopping one afternoon and discovered a baby bird lying in a parking spot in our parking lot. It was placed at an exact position where a car's tires would go, and I didn't want it to get run over. I called animal control and asked what they recommended. They said they didn't take birds, and the guy told me just to leave it in case the mother decided she wanted it again. But after I hung up, I realized that I had forgotten one of the reasons I was calling. I couldn't just leave it, because it would get squashed by a car, but I didn't want to call back. So I put on a rubber glove and moved the bird to the grass next to the parking lot. I told my roommate Alex about what I had done, and then he went outside to look at it. I looked out our bedroom window, and he looked up at me and frowned. But then he looked more closely and smiled at me, indicating that it was still alive then. Later, it was gone. I assume it died and the groundskeepers got rid of it.

I think that's all. (I wanted to do a short one this week.)