Last Monday, I was walking around our backyard and saw a bird stuck in a bucket of water. The bird's health is not in good because it can't get out. At first, I thought it was already dead or something, but then I saw that it was still alive and breathing.
To be honest, I just ignored it at first because I know I can't hold it with my own hands because I'm afraid of its beak, even though I want to help it. Hopefully, my mind made me want to help the bird, which is why I got up the courage to think of a way to do it that I won't fear myself.
First, I got a towel and used it to grab the bird. I finally got it done! It worked out well. It worked out well. I think I should get some congratulations, just kidding.
I tried to dry the bird as much as I could after I got it out of the bucket. IM gald he was just calm. He was quiet for no reason so I thought he was hurt. But after a while, the bird got up and went back home. I also take pictures just for memories!
Bye birdy! I will always remember you. I hope we'll see each other soon!
