The baby Cardinals lay on the ground...They had fallen from their nest. I saw the mother and father making distress calls on the sidewalk and I walked over to find out what was wrong and found them like this. One had died already and the other was still alive.

My daughter and I got a paper towel and put the other one back in his nest..The nest was in the red bush above the gate..

Silent tears streamed down my face..I could not quit crying for awhile.

The mother and father bird flitted about scared and nervously..

And I thought they "feel" just like we do, they just can't talk. They have fears just like us. And sorrow like we do.

So I said a prayer that their other baby would live...

Rue