Birdy

Written by:

 Isba Fatima

Age: 10 years

One fine morning a Birdy landed on my balcony. She was a sacred little bird and I can't stop thinking about her. After an hour we discovered that there was a nest on the second floor. So, we went to the second floor but when we tried to put her inside the nest; she fell off again and landed on the ground floor, just beside a cat!

My brother went running downstairs so that the cat wouldn't eat up the little birdy. My brother brought her back to our house safe and sound and we abandoned the plan of placing her back in her nest. She was trembling because she thought we would harm her. 

A little later, my paternal aunt discovered that the bird's mother was in the search of her daughter. So we placed the bird in the same spot where we had found her so that her mother might see her daughter. We kept a lookout for the wicked cat lest she make a meal of our little bird. Unfortunately, the bird's mother couldn't unite her daughter and that made me upset. The bird was going to be ours to take care of, and my brother and I argued over what we would call her. My brother wanted to call it Nebula. While I had initially preferred Candy, we eventually settled for Nebula. 

At night, we placed Nebula in a cardboard box. She seemed to miss her mother. My thoughts were with Nebula and her mother when I went to bed that night. My mother had suggested that we would take care of Nebula until she could fly and be with her mother. That was not to be. The next morning, we found her dead in the cardboard box. The sight of her lifeless little body broke my heart. My aunt believed that Nebula died of cold. But I suspect she died of grief of getting separated from her mother.