The Baby Bird is Dead
We found him in the grass five weeks ago, when he was completely newborn.
He grew every day, and wanted food every half hour, except during night time.
After a couple of weeks, when he became a fledgling and started jumping around, we put him outside, so that he would get used to his natural environment.
Soon he started to also sleep on a branch outside.
Every morning when we woke up he was at our back door and asked for breakfast.
He started to fly and once he even flew so high up in a tree that we couldn't get him down. But he returned to us.
And when he was really hungry, he always came running and made a familiar beeping noise.
If we were away, he sometimes even waited for us on the front porch when we returned.
In the mornings he used to rush to whomever came with his food. The only thing we couldn't teach him was to be afraid of other animals. And we couldn't be out there protecting him the entire time.
So this morning, when we were going to give him food, there was only silence. And after looking for him, we suddenly found his feathers.
That was all that remained of our baby bird.