Not Unexpected

But it still made me sad. Baby bird was dead when I went to feed him Thursday morning. He'd been doing so well - his eyes had opened, he'd grown feathers, he was grasping my finger with his little feet. He almost made it a week.

Not Unexpected

But it still made me sad. Baby bird was dead when I went to feed him Thursday morning. He'd been doing so well - his eyes had opened, he'd grown feathers, he was grasping my finger with his little feet. He almost made it a week.

Not Unexpected

But it still made me sad. Baby bird was dead when I went to feed him Thursday morning. He'd been doing so well - his eyes had opened, he'd grown feathers, he was grasping my finger with his little feet. He almost made it a week.