The boys were playing outside and came running in. "Mommy, Daddy, we found a baby bird! Come quick!" There, underneath the tree by our walkway, was a baby grackle. We decided to help him, especially with our cat lurking around. We had found a bird's nest on the ground the week before, so we put that inside a diaper box and nestled the box in the branches close by the original nest, which still had the other babies in it. We had read that if you place the bird back near the nest, the parents will usually continue caring for it in the new nest. We made sure he was safe and kept watch to make sure the parents found him.
The next day, we noticed this same bird, standing atop the edge of his new nest. He seemed just determined to hop right out again. Sure enough, the next day we found a dead baby grackle near by. He had been deheaded, most likely by a cat.
It was sad to see the bird meet such an unsightly end. But, I was reminded of a poem that the children recited at the church school program, "His Own Way." I've been trying to find the words to it, but it doesn't appear east to find!
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