Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Apr 6, 2008
Our neighbor girl, Laura, found this bird today after it had crashed into her window. She was certain it was dead, and was preparing for its "funeral." Makaela insisted it wasn't dead, and asked if she could please care for it. So, here she is trying to nurse the dying bird back to life. He actually revived a little bit, with all of her loving. She told me that she picked the leaves so that when the bird woke up he would feel at home and wouldn't get scared by her shirt.