this morning I spotted a tiny little bird on our screened porch.\u00a0 Our porch is still without a door so it got in and could not figure out how to get back out.<\/p>\n
It must have been a baby bird because it wasn’t all that smart.\u00a0 It kept flying into the screens over and over again.\u00a0 I stood outside the door and whistled and it would cock it’s head to one side and try to figure out how to get out.\u00a0 At one point it came towards the door and then at the last minute it turned and flew full blast into the screen on the opposite side again.\u00a0 It hit so hard it knocked itself out.<\/p>\n
I sighed, I had two boys to get ready for school, backpacks to find, checks to write for lunch money.\u00a0 But there lay this little bird.\u00a0 I walked over to it (I thought it might be dead) but when I got to it, it opened one eye and looked at me and then flew up to the screen again.\u00a0 One of the boys left a soccer sock on the porch so I grabbed it and went over to the extremely tired bird.\u00a0 I gently picked it up and wrapped it in the long sock.\u00a0 It was so tired it wouldn’t even open it’s eyes.\u00a0 I called for the boys to come out to take a peak.<\/p>\n
I walked around and held that bird while it slept. \u00a0 Finally it opened up it’s eyes and stared at me.\u00a0 I held it a little while longer and then took it far into the back yard and opened up the sock.\u00a0 Off it flew, thankful to be out of that\u00a0 big porch cage.<\/p>\n
Later in the day between trips to the ortho, rec center, dr.’s office, preschool, and football practice I\u00a0 thought about that little bird.\u00a0 Running into the same walls over and over again.\u00a0 Sometimes all you need is a little helping hand.\u00a0 \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
this morning I spotted a tiny little bird on our screened porch.\u00a0 Our porch is still without a door so it got in and could not figure out how to get back out. It must have been a baby bird because it wasn’t all that smart.\u00a0 It kept flying into the screens over and over again.\u00a0 I stood outside the door and whistled and it would cock it’s head to one side and try to figure out how to get out.\u00a0 At one point it came towards the door and then at the last minute it turned and flew full blast into the screen on the opposite side again.\u00a0 It hit so hard it knocked itself out. I sighed, I had two boys to get ready for school, backpacks to find, checks to write for lunch money.\u00a0 But there lay this little bird.\u00a0 I walked over to it (I thought it might be dead) but when I got to it, it opened one eye and looked at me and then flew up to the screen again.\u00a0 One of the boys left a soccer sock on the porch so I grabbed it and went over to the extremely tired bird.\u00a0 I gently picked it up and wrapped it in the long sock.\u00a0 It was so tired it wouldn’t even open it’s eyes.\u00a0 I called for the boys to come out to take a peak. I walked around and held that bird while it slept. \u00a0 Finally it opened up it’s eyes and stared at me.\u00a0 I held it a little while longer and then took it far into the back yard and opened up the sock.\u00a0 Off it flew, thankful to be out of that\u00a0 big porch cage. Later in the day between trips to the ortho, rec center, dr.’s office, preschool, and football practice I\u00a0 thought about that little bird.\u00a0 Running into the same walls over and over again.\u00a0 Sometimes all you need is a little helping hand.\u00a0 \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-607","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-elisalou"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/607","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=607"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/607\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=607"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=607"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=607"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}