herny died. he was alive when i left for class at eight, and i wanted to take care of him, but steve and steve told me to leave him alone, and that his mom would take care of him. when i came back at ten henry was lying there with his little feet in the air.
we found another baby bird under the ivy. i guess one of them didn't fly away. blinkin was hanging out for a while, i watched his parents trying to teach him to fly. i don't know where he went, but he's gone now. today his parents tore down the nest. it's all over our porch now.
how sad! three out of four of their little birds died. i was telling mike last night that i don't think that's how things usually happen. i thought swallows had a little more of a life expectancy than four days. he told me that if four out of four birds made it, there would probably be too many birds.
i wish that's how things worked though. i wish everything was happy. i really wanted to watch those little birds get bigger and learn to fly. i wanted them all to be fat like blinkin. wasson told me that swallows come back to their nests and use them again, or other families of swallows move in. now none of that is going to happen.
Psalms 84:3 - Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
Matthew 10:29 - Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
Luke 12:6,7 - Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.