the beauty in death charm

a fledgling who I had been nursing back to health, took a turn for the

worse.

comments welcomed.

This is a good shot with the bird carefully scooped up in the palm of your hands.

One day after coming home from elementary school, my mom told me that the lawn guy was mowing the lawn when the lawn mower banged into a small tree. The dude put it back in the nest, but the mother bird didn't want it back because he touched. So, I went outside, saw it there helplessly on the ground, and decided to make it my pet. My neighbour wanted in too so she and I took turns taking care of it (I forgot what we named it though). In my house we have a couple fake trees with stuff on it, like a nests. So, I used one of the nests as the bird's home. Cathing worms wasn't easy (we only got one) so we feed it bird seeds from Pet Supermarket. Well, after a month or so, the bird died. Yes, we cried about it and yes, we had a funeral (with a shoebox casket and some prayers). It's buried under my neighbour's extended outside patio, near a tree. Anyways, it looked similar to the bird in this picture so I though I'd tell my story.