One day, about two and a half weeks ago, I stumbled upon a fallen tree, and found a nest of two baby birds. I took them home and I got a shoe box, wrapped it in a heat blanket set to 95 degrees, and put their nest in there.

I gotta say something about this heat blanket though. It was a little hot pad that shut off ever couple hours. So that means I got NO sleep the first week; but I did set a record on how late I've stayed up haha.

Anyway, back to the birds. I fed them soggy cat food hourly. They were doing great until the smaller one quit eating, and he died. The other one was still okay though.I named him Koda.

Koda grew and grew. He was so ugly before he got his feathers.. He looked like a mini pteridactal (I probably misspelled that). He was kind of learning how to fly, so I had to move him into another box.

So fast forward to yesterday. I had him in his box, with a bandana over it, so he couldn't fly out. I left him in my room....and I forgot to close my door... Now I don't have a bird anymore, because I have cats. I learned a lot from this experience, such as don't be wearing a nice shirt if you have a bird on your shoulder, but Koda will remain in my heart and everyone who he was a part of. Not including the cat.