A few minutes ago, as I was perusing blogs and Ches was watching a movie on TV, Aiden came running in from outside where the boys are playing. “There’s an animal on our patio! I think it’s a porcupine!”
We discovered a bird (yeah, where did “porcupine” come from???”) laying on the porch. We thought it was dead, so I got Ches a plastic bag. As he started to pick up the bird, it moved! The wings flayed out and it’s head came up. Then the bird put his head back down and closed his eyes. We though it must be a hurt bird, and Ches got a small, toy shovel to pick up the bird and see what was wrong. He can’t find anything wrong, but the bird can’t really fly (it did try for a few seconds), and he can’t hold his head up for long. He just kept going back to a sleep position. We think the poor thing is dying.
Ches put the bird in the shade under a tree and we brought the boys inside (although Aiden is outside singing to the bird about having a bad day, being tired, and going home to Heavenly Father). We’ll go check on the bird in a bit and make sure a cat or certain very active boys haven’t hurt the bird.
It makes me sad to see this bird who can barely hold his head up. He must be so scared as Ches was picking him up and moving him around. Why is he dying? Is he sick? Is he old? Did he eat something? What can we do??
I don’t know what else to say about this, really. I’m just really sad for this bird, and I don’t really know why. Now my kids (Aiden, really. He’s the only one who understands any of this) gets to watch and learn about death. Maybe we should go watch The Lion King or something.