When I was young I found a baby sparrow. Fallen from his nest. Abandoned. I took him home and nurtured him. Cared for him. I named him Franklin. Day by day he grew stronger. He was soon able to fly. He'd fly about but always return. Until one day. He flew away. I rode around the neighborhood looking for him. Then I realized he was gone forever. I started looking always for a new baby sparrow. But I never found one. I am glad. I think just one baby sparrow was perfect.

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Galen over 15 years ago

I love that people are willing to assist fallen creatures. The prompt for this story was taken by a photographer who has a history of rescuing fallen baby sparrows. A friend of mine is currently attempting to rescue a hummingbird. I've rescued a hummingbird myself. I only wish people were more willing to rescue fellow humans. :)

someoneelse over 15 years ago

No. But when I was younger there was a bird that crashed into our window that I held until it felt strong enough to fly again - a few hours. It flew a few dozen yards and returned a few times. Then it flew off.

Galen over 15 years ago

True story?

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