birds

Wounded Birds
I find a bird. It is wounded on its right wing. I take the bird. I look after it. I put it into a cage. Everyday, I shed Iodine on the wounded wing. I pray for it. I wish that it will be fine.

One week later, it is getting better. It can fly in the cage from one side to the others. I think it will be happy to fly at the outside. I open the cage. I take the bird. I pet its small head. Finally, I let it fly away. It sings so loud. It flies highly in the sky. I south to the bird, ”Go away… and find your family!”.

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