What a lovely day it was, my dog running outside in the backyard. The trouble was there was nobody with her. A bird- a very young bird, was hopping in the grass. There went Millie the dog, quick as can be, snatched the bird.
Luckily, after a bit of time passed, my mom was able to catch our pup. And as we later realized, the bird was still alive.
We decided to bring the bird inside and nurse it back to health. It took a few calm approaches to the bird until it finally came right to my hands and I held it. It did not try to fly away or wriggle around, and it stayed, relaxed, in my hands. But we needed somewhere to put the little guy.
As a result, my mom brought out Millie's old cage, with the black iron bars. When we put the bird in, it hopped right out. It slipped right through the bars! Then, it came right back and perched on my arm! The cutest little thing. So my mom and I decided to use the other
gray cage that had small holes that the youngling couldn't fit through. But before we could put the bird in, we put in a fake nest to make it feel at home. Turns out the bird loved it!
We examined the bird and it was not injured in any way. Phew! However, it was very hungry and thirsty. Since we didn't know what to feed the bird, we did some researching. We not only found out what it ate, but we found out that we had a little finch! The finch loved the apples we gave it and ate them all! It sipped a little of the water, too.
Later that day, my mom,
my brother and I want out for a walk. On the way home, we named the finch. We named it Junior. Then, my dad met Junior, and they got along pretty well. But it was nighttime.
When I woke up, I heard a noise. It sounded something like a beep. I started walking downstairs, and then stopped to listen. The sound stopped. I kept walking, and I heard it again. I stopped, and the sound stopped. That's it, I thought, and went to go investigate. Aha! It was just Junior chirping!
Everyone went downstairs to eat breakfast, and we put Junior's cage outside. When he heard other birds chirping too, he tried to talk to them. Junior started chirping in distress. The finch was homesick, and wanted to go back to his flock. All of a sudden, his parents came, wondering why he was in a cage. It was time to let Junior go.
I gave him one last stroke, and we said our goodbyes. We had a bond, and I had saved that bird.
And, though I cried as I watched Junior fly away, they
eventually turned into happy tears.
Sometimes you just have to let things go.