My Grandmother English died in 1972 and I dealt with her death by trying to save baby birds that had been injured or washed out of their nest after a rain the next summer.
I found George June first 1973 and I raised him from a pink chirping mass of flesh to a bird that could fly.
July 7th 1973 is was given Henry the Robin by a small gang of kids from the other side of town.
The whole town of Kingsville helped my parents and I return Henry to the wild. He returned several springs to let us know he was doing fine and I'm proud to say he wouldn't come to us as he was a true wild bird.
I saved these two notes from the shredder two days ago.
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