One day at my granny and da’s bungalow, I heard a thud coming from the living room window. Da and I went to investigate and found a small freckled bird on the ground. I was instructed to find an empty ice cream box and fill it with paper towels.
I added some sultanas, as that was what I fed the local blackbird. We took the sparrow to the greenhouse. An animal hospital full of chinchillas and exotic parrots. The next Saturday, I headed straight into their garden towards the greenhouse to check on the patient. Da stopped me in my tracks.
'She’s made a full recovery and flew out of my hands this morning'.
Filled with glee, I turned back into the bungalow, failing to notice the upturned soil in the flower bed, now marked with a little handmade cross.