The Green Bird

While my brother and I were playing basketball in our backyard, my mom, who was hanging the clothes to dry, suddenly called my brother's name, and we rushed to her side. A bird was lying on the floor, and it was small and green, and it looked like a baby. When my brother tried to gently pick it up, it kept flying away from him. Then on one last effort, it flew and it rested on my brother's shoe. Here are some pictures.

On my brother's shoe.

I think the bird was beautiful.

My brother decided to walk slowly out in the open, so the baby can see or call his mother. Our cat Phoebe was watching.

He had his eyes closed.

The bird was crying out for his mother. Aargh! This was too sad.

Stay away from me, human!

Then a horrible thing happened. The bird flew from my brother's shoes. I was like, "Oh good! It's flying!" But then I saw Phoebe on the wall, and that's where the bird landed. She saw him, charged forward, and put the poor bird's head into her mouth. My mom screamed, I yelled, and my brother ran after Phoebe, hit her, and she dropped the bird, and he landed on the ground. I went forward to help my bother find the bird, and we did. He did not look so good.

Nooo...

It was still alive, and still calling for his mother.

His eyes were opened, though.

We tried to feed him, but he didn't eat.

We put him in our former hamster's cage.

My brother and I named his Boots. The name came from the book Gregor the Overlander which I read months ago.

The sad part was the bird died. He got wet, because we put water in a tiny bowl and left it in the cage. Our mistake. Our other cat Caesar saw it and kept meowing for it, but we kept moving him around. We buried the bird in our backyard. What a beautiful bird he was.

R.I.P. Boots!