This morning I could hear some birds getting upset in the garden. Next doors cat was in the garden hiding in a tree so I went out to shoo it away.
I then saw this little fella sat next to the gate down the side of the house.
It was very poorly, some of it's intestines hanging out and it was too young to fly home.
It's mum was calling out to it, I picked him up and moved it so maybe mum could see it.
But he was slowly dieing and I felt helpless.
My son asked about it as we went out to move it so the cats couldn't get it.
He understands about death, although he thinks you come back!
I cried, because in that small bundle of feathers existed life and death.
It died shortly afterwards :(