"Babies"

The babies, not (chicks) as i have been calling them, are growing and eating nicely. For some reason I have a partiality to this nest. The baby that had the broken wing to my heart felt dismay I found it dead this morning. I had put it in it's nest three times, but it would always glide down and i would find it on the ground. The mother would continue to feed it, so I decided to let nature take it's course. It had gotten quite big, but had no chance without the wing not being able to flutter fast enough to let it fly. I just couldn't dispose of it, so buried it with a tear in my eye. Foolish?, well maybe to some but every thing that God makes is special to me, nature has it's patterns, it's own universe if you will, unaware of us, only there existence. My brain has a larger awareness, to feel and care, and I do!