Birdy

Yesterday Asher came pounding on the backdoor window shouting, "Mommy, mommy there's a birdy!" I was thinking it was probably dead and praying he hadn't touched it. But there she was sitting on the ladder of his play set. I think she may have hurt a wing otherwise she would have taken off. I was so impressed at how gentle Asher was. He would get up close without touching her, saying, "Birdy, you're going to be okay. You're such a pretty birdy! You like to fly?"