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They always bring me their babies. Specifically, their baby birds. I don't know how they know, no matter what grade they are in, to bring them to the fifth grade teacher in the orange door, but they always do. Is it my impressive collection of boxes of various sizes? Do they remember that I used to have a baby bulbul, and then an adolescent chicken among my class pets? Is it the look on my face when I see a baby anything?
Sh*t.
I know how this story is going to end. The tree got chopped, the babies tumbled out, the parents flew away (or worse, they were away and will come back to ... nothing) and I will have a day filled with children's optimism and naivete, which will almost certainly be dashed long before 2:15 when the little one comes back to collect her pets.
They're huddled next to each other, making little noises, waiting for their mom to come back. Couldn't they make it? Just this once?
Baby birds get to me.
12:05 - They're not dead yet. In fact, they're sort of making a lot of noise. I'm sure this means they're really hungry, but I can't get them to open up for the dropper. In the meantime I put them next to the CPU so they stay nice and warm. Or does all that cheeping mean they're too hot, you think? It would be just like me to desperately want to save a couple of baby birds and end up roasting them instead.
4 comments:
I'm a lover of all things furry, not feathery or scaly. Birds and reptiles creep me out.
Aren't babies suppose to be CUTE?! Baby birds are gross.
Good luck though, even a nasty naked baby bird doesn't deserve to be stepped on.
I found a baby bird once and it already had feathers. It didn't make it and my room stunk of dead bird for a year.
Suddenly I've noticed I'm feeling quite negative.
I shall leave and come back when I'm a bit more up beat.
just accept your role in the world. you're the weird animal lady.
Aw, you are awesome girl, thatʻs why all the kiddies bring you things- youʻll make an awesome mom one day.
I hope the birdies live...
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