Tweet Tweet, chirped the bird. His name is flightless because he has a broken wing.
We kept him in a bunch of hay behind our house and he slept there, but he got really cold and probably got hypothermia because in the morning he was dead, so the next day I buried him in the back yard.
The day after that me my Mum and Jaidyn my brother went for a walk with suzana’s family
at te mata stream and when I was coming back I found a baby bird, he couldn’t fly up but he could glide down so I put him on a stump beside the stream and he jumped off and landed in the water so I grabbed him out, he was shivering so much that he was like a jackhammer.
When we were driving back home the bird was still shivering so I let him Hop around in the sun to dry him out.
He always Hoped every wear so I called him Hop.
And of course we were conscious about our cats having an eye for birds so we kept him in our room and every once and awhile we let him have a run around and a feed plus water.
In the morning at roundabout six o'clock we forgot to shut the door to our room and the cat got in and knocked Hop off the still he was on and woke Hop up so he started chirping for the rest of the morning and we couldn’t get back to sleep.
That day my mum went to a stable for race horse so me and my brother were watching moves in the car and I had Hop in a box in my hands, I was miserable because he was having a sesha
and there was nothing I could do.
He stopped having a sesha and started stretching and then died so when I got home I buried him.
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