This morning I am upstairs making the bed in our bedroom. The windows are open and I hear Nicholas and Blake running across our front yard but give it no thought. A few minutes later, I hear them running back toward Blake's house and Nicholas is giggling quite loudly.
"I got a big one! It is wiggling in my hand!"
I look out the side window that faces Chris and Blake's house. The four of them are huddled together over something but I can't see anything but grass and a brown leaf.
After watching them for a minute or two, I asked them what they were doing. A baby bird had fallen out of its nest, didn't have any feathers, so they were feeding it worms.
They kept the bird alive until 5 o'clock. I think the cause of death may have been the broken pieces of raw carrot they fed it.