Little Miss Chirper
Our foothill home had an extra companion this week. A little house finch fell out of its nest at George's brother's house, their mom (who has a serious soft spot for displaced baby birds) revived it from the brink of death, then brought it to me to take care of while she went out of town for a few days. Me? Nurse a baby bird back to health? I don't think I had ever seen a baby bird up close before, and now I was to hand feed the poor little thing and try to keep it alive.
Turns out it's not so hard after all. I even found it highly enjoyable. Time consuming, yes. It was almost like having a newborn baby. The dishes and laundry piled up while I responded to each and every chirp (hence the bird's name, courtesy of Aidan), and held the little bird close to my heart. Maybe a little too close. When George's mom came to pick up Little Miss Chirper, my heart sank. The rest of the day, each time I heard a bird chirping outside, or when Avery's flip flops skidded across the floor making a chirping sound, my heart leaped. Then I remembered the bird had left, and I would no longer need to feed her every thirty minutes, wipe the food from her beak, or tip toe over to see if she was still sleeping.
George's mom decided to call wildlife rescue and someone came to pick up Little Miss Chirper. If she had stayed with our family she would have been spoiled, led to believe she was human, and would stand little chance of living the life of a bird. We wouldn't want to rob her of such a unique opportunity. She must soar to higher heights, flock with her kind, and find a house suitable for her own nest. As much as we wish she could stay in our nest forever and ever, we will settle for a little place in our hearts for Little Miss Chirper.
Posted by Molly at 9:58 AM