I found a baby bird a few weeks ago.
We called him Charmin cause he was ultra soft.
He was found when Dallas was flooding
He wasn't in good shape.
He refused to eat or drink the first night.
So we smoked him out and gave him little dab hits.
Then we let him listen to a combination of Beethoven and Wu tang clan all night.
The next day he ate like a little king.
He was a happy Charmin on his way to being fledgling.
We even took care of him over mothers day, I was very proud.
Then one night for no reason at all little Charmin died.
I was very broken heart.
I never got express to anyone how a little part of me died that night too.
Moral of the story if you are not really ready to give that little bird your all.
You are better off giving it back to mother nature.
-RIP Charmin Cotton Beak-