Last week, a little birdie dropped into our lives (literally). We found him outside our back door, and he looked pretty pathetic. Couldn’t fly yet, and couldn’t walk very well either. My wife is a sucker for poor helpless animals, and I’m a sucker for my wife, so together we attempted to take care of it until it could get around on it’s own. I was quite pessimistic, since the last bird we tried to rescue died overnight. But, lo and behold, this birdie survived the first night, and even the second. The third morning, he was gone. We hope that he learned how to walk better, or that his family found him. There’s been a group of birds just like him this week in the backyard, so it’s possible he made it after all. Wahoo!