The case of the missing birdy.
My brother gave me this baby bird that he found lost by his apartment to restore back to health. What gave him the idea that a woman who kills all her house plants can help this birdy? My first plan of action was to offer the birdy a swimming pool. He wasn't into it. Then I tried to feed him some bread crumbs with some tweezers and he just gave me the hairy eyeball. So I decided I have to build him a nest and return him to the wilderness of Brooklyn. I crocheted him a nest and I filled it with some leaves so it would be nice and cozy and sprinkled some bread crumbs inside if he decided he was hungry and placed him on a garage rooftop. I awoke in the morning to find the impromptu bird nest empty. Now the question I propose to you is what happened to the little birdy? I can't stop thinking about it.
a) Did I restore him back to health and he flew away?
b) Did he blow away on one of the leaves like a magic carpet?
c) Did his momma come and pick him up?
d) Was he a cat appetizer?
I didn't find any lifeless bird bods anywhere so I am hoping that he miraculously flew away on his own.