One Flew the Cuckcoo's Nest

Well, Birdzee didn't make it.

The little bird that was abandoned in our front yard made it about 2-1/2 to 3 days. It died last night.

Well, I think it did.

When we went out to feed it around seven yesterday evening, it had taken a horrible turn for the worse. It couldn't even stand, could hardly move it's head. I knew it wouldn't make it through the night.

Will is to young to see the signs, but it tore me up. I told Steve I wasn't looking forward to coming out and finding it dead. Disposing of it. And not just because dead things or yucky, but because I was already attached.

While I was dressing Will for school, Steve went outside in the dark to check on Birdzee. He came back in and told us that Birdzee must have gotten bigger over night and flew away. I was saddened, but really appreciated Steve taking charge of the situation. When we walked Will out to the bus stop, we walked by where Birdzee had spent the last few days and he made us check around for her. I didn't pay much attention, knowing Steve had gotten rid of the evidence.

After Will's bus left and we were headed into the house, Steve told me he couldn't find the bird this morning. It was just gone. At the time I figured it was just dark and Birdzee had waddled into the grass. I would look for the body later, because I didn't want Will to find it when he got home from school.

I never found the body.

That's when I realized that Will wasn't the only person Steve was trying to offer false hope today.