I was walking home from school today and was just about to turn down the street when I saw a little birdy dead on the street. It was really cute, coral green coloured and everything. I had a moment of silence for it.
After that I had a flashback to when I was about 11, and we were over at my family-friends farm, about 10km from our bach. They have 3 kids, Natalie, (she is 6 or 7, I cant remember), Lilly (she's 4) and Auson (I think he is 2). Well, anyway, Nat was about 5 and Lilly was 2 1/2, and me and my brother were climbing the giant tree with them in the backyard. We'd found a birdsnest last time we came round, but had forgotten about it till now.
All of a sudden, we heard something fall from the treetops, Natalie screamed and more things dropped to the ground. One hit Lilly's head, one fell down Natalie's top, and another landed on my brother's shoulder. What were these things? Little baby birds getting chucked out of the mother's nest.
Of course, we went back down the tree to investigate, and found a little dead bird lying on the floor. Me being me, I decided to have a mini funeral for the little dead bird, and we made a cross out of twigs and some blue string that Natalie found in the cupboard. We buried it, and Lilly came up with a very appropriate name for the deceased chick. Fell, "because it fell out of the tree." I personally thought it was genious coming from a 2 year old, so we had a moment of silence for Fell.
Fell is still there today, though the twig cross has long gone missing. Fell is now joined by Fred the dog, a very lovely dog who died of cancer early this year.
Well, must be off, got a pile of homework to finish o_O
Happy Blogging!
Zoe
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