Spring has Sprung around here. Or should I say a few feathered friends have sprung out of their nest. Our neighbor was nice enough to pick them up out of our driveway so we didn't hit them, but I guess he forgot that doing that is a big no no. I haven't seen momma bird since then. Everytime we go outside, Reed runs over to them and squats down to stare at them and tell me over and over. "My birds, my baby birds." So we fed them worms when Art got home and put them in a box to keep them in the house and warm tonight. I'm not sure if they will make it through the night, but we will try to help them on their journey.
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