A baby bird flew into our house.
I’d left the back door open to drink in the crisp air never expecting a winged creature to begin whizzing through various rooms, perching on door frames, staring at me from the ceiling fan.
Leif and I tried everything we knew to scoot our new friend to safety. The tiny bird didn't understand that the dashing was dangerous. The distrust made it more difficult to set him free.
The incident reminded me that we do this sometimes, too. Continue Reading...