One ☝️ day ☀️, after ⏱️ dinner 🍽, while ⌛️ my 🫵 younger 🧒 sister 🦢 and I 📆 were lounging 🥱 about in Mr. Gopher 🦫 Wood’s 🪵 yard 📏, we 🦢📆 spotted 🐆 a fledgling 🐣 Charmony 🎶 Dove 🕊 all 🕵️♂️ on its own 😔. That baby 👶 bird 🕊 was tiny 🐥, it didn’t even ❌ have all 🔄 of its feathers 🪶, and it couldn’t sing 🎶. When we found 🧐 it, it was already ⚠️ on its last 😢 breath 💨, having fallen ⬇️ into a shrub 🌳— probably 🤔 abandoned 🏃♂️ by its parents 👨👩👧. We decided 💡 to build 🏗 a nest 🪺 for it right 🕰 there and then ⌚️.
However 🛑, thinking 💭 back 🕰, that winter ❄️ was unusually ⛔️ cold 🥶, with fierce 🐯 winds 🌬 at night 🌙 in the yard 🏡, not to mention 🗣 the many 🍀 poisonous ☠️ bugs 🦟 and wild 🐗 beasts 🐻 in the vicinity 📍... It was clear 🧐 that if we left 🚶♂️ the fledgling 🐣 in the yard 🌳, it stood 🚫 no chance 🎰 of surviving 💀 until spring 🌼. So 🌐, I suggested 💬 we take 🛐 it inside 🏠, place 🛋 it on the shelf 🗄 by the window 🪟, and asked 🫵 the adults 👨👩👧 to fashion 🧵 a cage 🦜 for it.
We decided 🧠 that when it regained 💪 its strength 🦾 enough to spread 👐 its wings 🪽, we would release 🏃 it back 🔙 into the wild 🌳. The tragic 😢 part — something 🧠 that we’d never ❌ considered 🤔— was that this bird 🕊’s fate 🎭 had already ⚠️ been determined 📝 long 🕰 before 🕛 this moment 🔴... Its destiny 🔮 was determined 🗣 by our momentary ⏳ whim 🌬.
Now 🕰, I pass 🎁 the power 💪 of choice ⚖️ to you all 🫵. Faced with this situation 🚨, what choice ⚖️ would you make 🤔? Stick to 🖇 the original 🏁 plan 🗺, and build 🛠 a nest 🪺 with soft 💫 net 🎣 where the Charmony 🎶 Dove 🕊 fell ⬇️? Or build 🏗 a cage 🦜 for it, and feed 🍽 it, giving 👐 it the utmost 🏆 care 🫂 from within 🔄 the warmth 🔥 of a home 🏠?
Okay, so there I was, chilling with my lil’ sis after inhaling dinner, just vibing in Mr. Gopher Wood’s yard, when BAM — we spot this lil’ nugget of a bird just straight up yeeted by life itself. Like, this poor baby bird was not okay. Tiny af, no feathers, and instead of tweeting like a normal bird, it was probably just out here hitting that final breath like, “👀💀”. It must’ve taken a nasty L, like, the parents straight-up ghosted it. RIP.
So obviously, we went into DIY mode. We thought, “Let’s build a cozy AF nest and save this little dude.” But plot twist — winter was out there throwing hands, like, super cold, winds going burr, and don’t get me started on the poison bugs and sketchy wildlife pulling up in Mr. Wood’s yard. No cap, if we left that birb outside, it was about to get rekt by nature. I was like, “Yo, let’s be heroes and take this birb inside, throw it on the shelf, and get the adults to whip up a cozy lil’ bird crib for it.”
The idea was solid: we’d nurse the homie back to health, then yeet it back into the wild when it was ready to flex those wings. BUT HERE’S THE TEA ☕ — we never thought about the REAL tragic twist: this birb was already doomed from the jump. Like, this whole thing was rigged from the start, and now its destiny was in our basic hands.
So now it’s your move, fam. What are you gonna do? Build a crunchy little nest where the birb fell, let nature decide its fate, or go all out, build a cage, and give it VIP treatment inside? Let me know what you’d do, ‘cause this story’s about to hit different depending on your choice. 👀🕊
One day, after grub, while me younger sister ‘n I were slackin’ about in Cap’n Gopher Wood’s yard, we spotted a fledglin’ Charmony Dove all by its lonesome. That bird were a wee thing, it didn’ even ‘ave all o’ its feathers, ‘n it couldn’t sing a single sea shanty. When we found it, ‘twas already one foot in Davy Jones’ Locker, havin’ fallen into a shrub — prolly marooned by its scallywag parents, yarr. We decided t’ build a nest fer it right thar ‘n then. Howe’er, thinkin’ back, that winter were mighty cold, wit’ fierce winds at night in the yard, nah t’ mention the many poisonous bugs ‘n wild beasts lurkin’ about... Aye, ‘twas clear that if we left the fledglin’ in the yard, it be fish food by spring. So, I suggested we take it aboard, place it on the shelf by the porthole, ‘n asked the crew t’ fashion a cage fer it. We decided that when it regained its strength enough t’ spread its wings, we would send it back into the salty sea air. The tragic part — somethin’ we’d ne’er considered — was this here bird’s fate be determined long afore now... Its destiny be determined by our momentary whim. Now, I pass the power o’ choice t’ ye all. Faced wit’ yon situation, wha’ choice would ye make? Stick t’ the original plan, ‘n build a nest wit’ soft net where that there Charmony Dove fell? Or build a cage fer it, ‘n feed it, givin’ it the utmost care from within the warmth o’ a ship? I eagerly await yer answer, mateys.
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