Love, Millet Seed and Hope

This is Wilson. We found him hungry and chirping, "mama". My daughter wanted to feed him love. I couldn't find a nest, no anxious parents. He wouldn't take water. What to do? Bring him in and let her see the hard lesson that sometimes love is not enough. Is five too young to learn that you can't will someone to live? How long could we even keep him alive? Would it be cruel or kind? I googled nursing baby birds, bird sanctuaries and by the time I was done he was gone. I have my own cynical theories about his fate but my daughter keeps watering them down with her incessant hope. Every bird is Wilson. Wilson learned to fly. Wilson grew up.Wilson got married. Wilson had babies. Our home is now a Wilson sanctuary and we go through pounds of seed feeding his "family". Who knew that so much redemption, love and hope could fit in a seven pound bag of bird seed?

I had this post ready and waiting before I even popped over to check out Angie's post. Head over to 7 Clown Circus for Wordful fun and see how great minds think alike!!