
This little bird is a look alike to my Starling, whom I raised, poor little baby bird, left by its mother, naked and cold. If it hadn't been for his own crying out, I never would have known, but this baby bird screamed, and kept on screamming until he had my attention. Joseph DH went to search out the little birds whereabouts, there it was, just below the window seal, no more than 2 inches in size. DH Joseph, picked up the baby bird with concern, and brought him in. I quickly lay the birdy on a heating pad, warmed up some cat sip milk, and the birdy sucked it up through a eye dropper. All was well, little Starling now had a mommy. Several months passed by, and every three hours, Starling cried for food, and was satisfied with pureed cat food and water. Starling grew strong, and my precious Ellen was slipping through my hands. Just before Starling came to be with us, my fury child Ellen was diagnosed with a tumor. I could not save her. During those last few months of my precious Ellen life, Starling thrived, but it was short lived. Starling was always nervous for the service, and just 2 days before I had to let my Ellen go to her heavenly home, I released my little Starling into the wide open wilderness. I didn't see his demise, but I heard his cries. And so it ended, as it had begun, my little Starling crying out. And I cried too, the other wild birds knew he was a stranger, and he was quickly uninvited. I just didn't know this would happen. The little bird had kept me busy, fighting for his life, while I could do nothing for my girl Ellen, but comfort her in her journey home. I will never get over the loss the my precious Ellen, but I will always remember my Starling, for he did not die in vein, he truly served his purpose.
"Good night Starling" until we meet again
"Good night my Ellen" mommys forever girl.
my heart will not mend until we meet again.
"good bye baby Ellen good bye"