I got up at 5:30 this morning to go check on Henry. Last night he would barely eat and had started sounding more grown up...in fact he almost flew out of the cage when I opened it. I tried feeding him a little this morning and he wasn't crazy about the syringe anymore. I figured it was time. Luke and I loaded him up and drove to PineCrest Cemetery. The cemetery was still closed, so we snuck in and walked to a patch of trees near a pond. I fed him one last time from the syringe and opened the cage. We waited maybe a minute and he flew out. He landed on some grass near the pond and started pecking at the ground. I was so relieved and sad all at the same time. I went and got the cage and mixed up one last batch of food, placed it on the ground, and we walked away. When I turned back he had flown over by the food and was free and happy. I knew I had done the right thing, but that didn't make it any easier. I cried all the way home. Sweet little Henry is free at last and where he needs to be.
2 comments:
Like all good mamas, you did the right thing in helping Henry out and then again when you recognized it was time to let him go and fly on his own.
Agree with Lisa. Not easy to do, but I guess it has to be done. You have such a caring heart. I have a feeling in heaven you will be taking care of a lot of God's creatures...you are very good at it!
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