The story of the bird

So just talking about my blog like that got me to thinking. I remember the story of a bird. I was walking down the road with my now exgirlfriend. My mom had run us out of the house because we had just been laying around all day. So we decided to take a little strole down to the river. Not much of a walk from my house. So we walked down there and there was no water to see or anything so we started back after a few minutes of chatting. On our way back we were talking about nothing much and I was bored out of my mind. So I was just sorta listening to her. Then out of the middle of know where. Not but 10 feet in front of me and 100 yards from my house I see this bird flapping around not getting more than a few feet off the ground. So I ran ahead and caught this poor defensles little birdie. I then waited for Dana (yes I used her name for the first time) to catch up to me. Once she caught up to me I scooped her into my arms and walked down to where my mom was sitting out in the yard. She said that that was one hell of a site. Me carrying Dana and bringing her over setting her down and revealing that I had in my hand a little bird. So from there I was with this bird. I had to figure out what to do with it. So I asked my mom. She said that since it was to young to survive on its own I could keep it or let it go to be coyote bait. So I kept the darn thing. So now here I am trying to figure out how to take care of this dove. Yes it was a dove(love bird). So I got a pet carryer crate and put a towl inside for it and took it in the house. I fed it chickedn lay mash and then......................... (to be continued)