I HAVE THE MOST EMOTIONAL STORY EVER ABOUT A BIRD.
Okay so I was helping my dad with some yard work. We had to cut down this tree that was in the from of the house that was blocking the window. My dad was cutting away calmly while I was pulling branches as he cut. (Keep in mind this was almost like an out of control big tree that was a mess) I wasn't paying much attention, but then my dad gasped after he saw what he had done. My dad cut down the branch that this bird nest was on, we saw about 2 birds, plus the mama fall out of the nest. My dad was so apologetic, but we continued to cut, not knowing where the birds went. It was then when my dad was putting the branches into leaf bags, when I noticed a small bird laying in the dirt where the branch was cut with the nest. I called my dad over and did my best to pick him up (the bird), which I was able to. I tried putting him near our porch where we had a birdhouse that was already build that we've had for 5 years, but he wouldn't go in and he was so weak. I ended up giving him some Cheez It's (which wasn't smart), he didn't really eat it. I remember we had some large flower pots, so I filled it up with some leaves and sticks and dirt and put the bird inside. A few hours later, my mom came home and noticed that the mom was there with the bird, (which I wondered if she took the baby out), BUTT there was another baby bird with her, that she probably found. Long story short, the mom left and now the 2 baby birds are on my porch, huddled up together.(We ended up having to sweep because there was a field mouse and some ants all on the porch from the Cheez it's. Big mess, not fun). Anyways, the birds are on the porch safe for now, hope they are there in the morning. Good night writers, I'm sorry I haven't updated, (or written), I just don't want to make Wattpad my first priority. I love you!