Yesterday I was biking home when I saw a sweet woman with a little bird in her hands. I cycled past them first, but I decided to turn back. She told me that she found him on the ground and that she thought he lost his mom. Then we suddenly heard some ‘tjiep-tjiep’, it came from a tree not far from where we stood. When we came closer we saw that there was a little baby-bird under the tree, sad enough he didn’t lived anymore. We suspect that the mother throws her children out of the nest. Because of that we couldn’t leave the bird behind. The girl decided to take him home with her, and try to keep him alive by herself. Goodluck sweet girl.
All of this reminds me of those two birds I once found. One already passed away, and the other one flew against my window but is now flying in the sky again.