Little Birdie

while i was visiting my aunt and uncle, and everyone else that was there, at cultus, my uncle found this little birdie on the golf course...fitting place for a birdie...lol a pun my mom would be proud of...hah. his wing was hurt so my uncle gave him to me to take care of. so for about an hour i held him, but he made my hand quite sweaty, and it was a hot day, and really, what can i do for this poor little bird with a hurt wing. i couldnt bring him home, i had no where for him to stay...so eventually i had to let him go in the bushes behind the campground.

he was such a good little bird, bu the end i could open my hand and he wouldnt fly away. i never got to name him, but i guess i will name him now...maybe chip...or fred. lol