Sweet start to a life

For the last two springs, we've had a nest in a tree in our front yard. This weekend, we were able to see an amazing sight: the first haphazard attempts at a first flight. The baby bird took off and tumbled, jostling, to the ground.

My daughter took pity on the baby, and after I explained we shouldn't touch the baby bird, she came up with another way to show kindness. She plucked a strawberry from our garden and presented the berry to the bird so it would have something to eat. It's those little bits of kindness that just make me love her!

I have a baby bird

A song by the Green Eyed Monster....

I was six and I still have a nest in my tree. And in the tree there was a nest and the nest in the tree and the tree in the hole and the green grass grows all around, all around. And the green grass grows all around.

And in the nest there was an egg, the prettiest little egg that you ever did see. And the egg in the nest and the nest in the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the ground and the green grass grows all around, all around, and the green grass grows all around.

And in the egg there was a bird, the prettiest little bird that you ever did see. And the bird in the egg and the egg in the nest and the nest in the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the ground and the green grass grows all around, all around, and the green grass grows all around.

(Whew! Mom's hands are tired from all this typing!)