At least the bird didn’t die alone, on the cold ground, in the park. I was there.” Oh Sherry, you have me sitting here balling like a baby! For one thing, I love birds because of my exhusband (as I OFTEN mention in my writing). But also because this was such a touching story and I was right there with you and that bird, every step of the way. I'm sorry you have to live with that pitiful sound, but I'm happy you held onto the memory for our sakes. THANK YOU :-)