  today my sister picked me up from dale's and told me my cat had been harmlessly playing with a baby bird. when we got back home i went out to look at it. not only was there a baby bird, but there was four dead adult birds. it was sitting in the grass with its mouth wide open and its gullet pulsing. my sister and i started digging worms out from under rocks in my backyard. i hate touching worms in the first place but i sucked it up and fed the little sucker. the worm was wiggling so hard i could hardly drop it in the babys mouth. when it finally dropped down in its mouth, the baby closed up and attempted to swallow. the worm started to crawl out of the corner of the birds mouth.
i never knew how difficult and helpless a baby bird was. it reminded me of my godmothers bird-parenting days when she would get up every 15 minutes to feed the baby bird so it wouldn't die...sooner or later, it will die. im no fucking bird, but it seems pretty much apparent that this lil guy/girl wont make it. Current Rotations: -song: rocks tonic juice magic -artist: saves the day -album: through being cool 
