Baby

i was going to post something about Hangover 2, but then i was completely blown away by Freda's picture below.

:(

shit like that gets me so depressed.

many of you may not know this, but i love birds.

and during this season, so many birds die from falling from their nests. and for some reason, i keep stumbling upon all of these dead little babies.

i know it's a part of life, but i hate it.

many of you know about my tragic experience of when my pet parakeet died of cancer a few years ago.

but once, about two summers ago, i tried to save a baby bird who had been thrown from his nest in a thunderstorm. i kept him for a few days in a small box and fed him as though i was his mother. i would have to feed him every 25 minutes and wake up with him in the morning when he would start to cry. i was giving him this gross mush mixture of baby food, cat food, and bread. he would actually sit in my palm and open his little mouth so i could drop the food in. he would also cuddle next to me to keep warm when i took him outside to sit in the grass.

ughh.

he died in my hands about a week later as i kissed him goodbye.

:(

apparently he had been pretty traumatized by the fall, considering his missing patches feathers that weren't growing back.

i will always have a place in my heart for my "adopted baby".