I have a story for today,
On the grass next to the sidewalk there is a little bird. All puffed up & with feathers missing. Now, I’ve always been one to find baby/hurt animals (my parents think I’m a magnet. What can I say? I love animals & hate people. lol) but I honestly don’t know anything about birds; but I did know that when they’re puffed up that usually means they are sick. So without thinking I went up to it. the bird walked away slowly but didn’t try to fly. Jessie took a towel out of her care and before we knew it we were on our way to the closest vet that we knew took care of wild animals.
We made silly videos (in silly voices) of us trying to get Marlin to fly. He flew but didn’t get much height and drifted to the ground. So cute! (We never made videos like this before. Please excuse us.)
When I got there he was sound asleep. As I walked him around the corner to my house he moved a bit and let out a big yawn (so cute!!) So I brought him in and turned off the light. I found out mourning doves only eat seeds so I went out and bought a bag of small bird feed thinking I’d leave only a few next to him. When I went inside the garage it looked like he had already passed. Marlin was a sick birdie &that was probably why he was all puffed up and in the street in the first place.
At least we tried to help him. He was loved.
It looks like it was Marlin’s Big Day after all.
P.S. Please no sad comments! I know we did what we could, and would like to think of the positive things. (: