no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

6.29.2006

On Sunday Nic found a baby sparrow in bad shape on his door map. I gave it water because it was dehydrated. Then I gave it food. Now I am taking it everywhere with me because it has to be fed every hour. I am thinking of calling it bird flu. According to my mom it is her second favorite grandchild after Lola, Taylors dog. This scares me.
Love to all

1 Comments:

At 6:01 AM, Blogger NPH said...

Awww, that's sweet!

 

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