April 25, my mom hired Manong Rocky to trim the chico tree located at the left side of our yard. My mom found a bird's nest in one of the cut twigs of the tree. On nest lives a newly-hatched bird maybe around two days old. The poor lil bird opens her big beak thinkin' that her mother is around to feed her. I pitied her so much. They said, she won't survived but I can't afford to just throw her away. I decided to take good care of her despite the knowledge the her chances of surviving is very slim. I tired to feed her with bits of cooked rice grain and I have a hard time doin' it. I thought she won't survived with such kind of food. I was wrong 'coz she lived with us for six days!

On the 26th and 27th, I really extent my patience in feeding her with bits of cooked rice grain using a tweezer and drop her water using a piece of cotton. There was an incidence wherein she defecated in on my palm while I'm feeding her. Hehehe! On the 28th, I've noticed her size increased and there were very fine feathers onset on her wings and thighs. I named her Birdie Bird. I was so happy with her growth!. On the next day, I've noticed she's also affected with the weather's changes. If its cold, I cover her with a piece of tissue paper to keep her warm. If it's hot, I move her nest where there is sufficient air. Around 4-6 pm of the same day, Birdie Bird impressed me and my mom coz she responded sweetly with our "Tweet-Tweet". She had a good appetite too. How lovely to see her attempt to stand as we feed her!

I checked her when I woke up on the 30th, she's still asleep. I thought she's not yet hungry so I let her enjoy her sleep. It was my Prelim Exam, so I left her custody to my mom. Due to unavoidable circumstances, Birdie Bird was left alone. My mom casted her vote for the PANELCO III election. She feed Birdie Bird but mom noticed that she is a lil weak. When I got home from SPI, I saw her condition. I tried my best to help her fight her sickness... but my best was not enough. I've witnessed how she casted her last breath on my left palm. As she finally rest on peace, her beak was half open... she looks like she's smiling. She died that way facing me as I cuddle her on my left palm exactly 10:40 PM. I can't help but cry. I loved Birdie Bird who is just 2 inches long from its beak to the end of her body and with a width of 1/2 inch. She's my first bird pet. But maybe her legacy is until there... I'm still lucky to have her with me, surviving without her real mom for six days. Maybe it sounds corny but the issue here is that we should not refuse to extend our helping hand to those who badly needed it... whether another human being or just an animal like Birdie Bird.