A new life joins the fray

While I was working on the Alamo Forward. I was surprised to see a little bird at my feet. It looked too tired to fly and so it tried to hop away. I can only figure that it was worn out from the flight it just took and did not know what to do, when I tried to pick it up. I finally managed to catch it and proceeded to the picnic table to let it rest and calm down. After a few minutes it started to calm down and I tried to give it some water. I would dip my pinky into the water and hold it over the little birds head. It, at first, did not move. I then put the dangling drop of water directly onto its beak and it gobbled it right up. So I did it again and again. After a few times, it started to reach up and get the drop of water right off of my pinky, as I was holding it over its little head. Then, out of nowhere, the mother bird came and sat on a branch directly over my arm. She was making a heck of a racket chirping and fluttering her wings and then PLOP. A large drop of POOP landed right on the back of my hand, in which I was holding the baby bird. I poured some water on it to clean it off and just kept feeding the baby more water, so the mother kept screaming at me. Then out of the blue, the baby started to chirp. The mother quit and moved up a few branches and just watched. It was the coolest thing. I was surrounded by a group of birds, just watching and on occasion chirping and getting a chirp in return from the little baby. After the baby was done drinking water, it just flew up onto one of the lower branches of the tree next to us and moved up the tree a few branches at a time and rejoined the rest of the birds that were up there. It made my day. I was really surprised how the rest of the birds interacted with what was going on. It was a real eye opener. Then I went back to the project I was working on, to complete the Alamo Forward. I will have it done by the 20th of the month. Or, at least, that is what I was told. Only time will tell.