The few weeks ago i was sitting on the front porch deeply involved in a book. The kids were in the back yard playing with their day. It was a nice warm evening. Peaceful and quiet.
Then out of nowhere i hear a scream and my kids running through the house. I being the great Mom i am, and not the least bit self absorbed in the book i am reading, yell at them from the front porch to stop yelling before they wake the baby up.
Phabian then comes out to the porch and whispers to me that there is a baby bird in our back yard. So i put down the book and venture out to find this.
So what do i do? I call my friend and ask what to do, thats what. She informed me we should use a towel to pick it up and place it in a tree or bush and see if it flys home. So what do i do now?
I go grab my camera of course (and a towel). I think i frightened the poor thing with my flash.
So after our photo session i used the towel to pick him up and put him in our pine bush in the front yard.
We went back out back and played for awhile. Checking the baby bird about every 10 minutes cause the kids couldnt resist.
Alas he had flown away back to his Mama. So we saved a baby bird. The kids learned a lesson.
I must say though when i was explaining to the kids why we cant touch it, they didnt quite understand why the Mama bird wouldnt love it anymore if it smelled like us.
"But mommy you will always love us no matter what we smell like right?"
Ah yes my loves. No matter your smell mommy will always love you.