My eight-year-old and his story about the birds that fell from the nest


Last week, two baby birds fell out of their nest from under the eaves of our house.

They didn’t seem hurt, so the kids and I got online and researched what to do.

It turned out to be quite the project.

In an effort to try to get the mama bird to come back and feed her babies (the nest was too high for us to put the birds back in), we made a “pretend” nest out of a basket and hung it from the swing set.

I explained to my kids that we couldn’t keep the birds as pets, but that didn’t stop them from looking for bugs to feed the babies until the mom bird returned. Which thankfully, she finally did.

The whole thing was all very exciting.

And educational.

My son even asked if he could write about it, so he could send an email to his friends.

Here’s what he wrote:

Today, I had a friend over and we noticed that a babby bird fell out of the bird nest from the top of our house. I asked my mom to look up how to care for birds and it said to feed them every 15-20 min. or they will die. We made a nest for the bird and took care of it.

After that I went outside to check on it and I found another one. I was scared it had a Brocken legg. So I figgerd how to pick him up without herting him. I put them both in a basket, then I went to go find some food for them.

Well that worked for acopple of ours but after that all of the slugs and snales went into the boushes so we coulden’t feed the birds. But it was alrite because my sister saw the mom feed them for the first time. And the ether one didnt rilly have a broken legg. But we still have to feed it because the mom bird only comes every 40 min. so it works out great! It gives us anouf time todo some work, laze around, and have some fun.

I’m not kidding when I say my kids spent an entire day in the backyard watching those birds, working and “lazing” and having fun.

They set a timer every twenty minutes to check on the babies.

They dug tirelessly for slugs and worms.

They hid quietly and watched, waiting for the mama bird to come back.

They named the birds Chuckles and Tibbles.

They even took pictures…

rescued baby birds

Unfortunately, though–we think because it got a little cold at night–the birds didn’t make it.

And after many tears and goodbyes, and another animal funeral, my son sadly added this ending to his story:

Well it terns out one of the birds got to cold and passed away at night.

Then the ether one past away.

But it was a privilege to take care of 2 of Gods birds!

I love getting a peek at my kids’ perspectives like that.

And I have to tell you, the privilege was actually all mine.

Because it was a pretty cool thing to watch my kids give of themselves and genuinely care for another living creature.

No matter how small. :)