They set up a home for it and named it Alex.
Apparently that worked as they didn't know if it was a girl or a boy.
Sorry Uncle Alex.
Maybe they'll name their next creature Shannon. That would work too.
Deep scientific scrutiny
Dom just can't keep his hands away.
So the little bird made it through the afternoon and the entire following day.
The boys gave it flying lessons.
They'd jump off the trampoline, flap their little arms and drop like stones.
The bird just couldn't get it.
Just kidding, their method was only slightly better. We won't go into details but they were gentle.
Late in the day, right before company arrived for dinner, Alex flew straight into the pond.
My boys, well, they sat there and watched, terrified. Little Alex has now been buried.
We have drilled into our kids the danger of our pond and any water for that matter. They have never witnessed something drown and I am grateful it was a robin and not one of their friends.
I hate it when they have to learn these lessons, I wanted to rescue the bird, or a least pretend and tell them I let it go and it just flew off.
But they, especially Eric, spent the evening mourning the loss of the little bird.
It was a good lesson, one that I wish I could have spared them, but good nonetheless.
Water is dangerous and in this family we enjoy it so much that we often do not give it the respect it deserves.
We discussed why we invoke the protection of our Guardian Angels daily.
It cemented in my head the importance of this devotion in our family.
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