a gift of love~

My parents went for an evening walk together on Canada Day.

They came across a struggling baby bird and tried to help it.   As they were holding it and trying to get treatment for it, the bird died in their hands.

The experience touched them, and my mom cried.

In a sense, the bird was a gift.

A gift of love.

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