
This tiny baby bird fell out of its nest while I was outside catching some rays (if it had happened an hour earlier, it would have fallen in my lap), and I couldn’t just watch it die, so I put on some gloves and carried it over to the birdbath, where it’s still breathing and struggling to sip some water. Of course I’m in tears trying to cheer it along, and I keep checking on it and hoping it will survive, but it’s starting to feel like the Coma Baby storyline in Less Than Zero, and I really don’t know if the little guy will be able to make it.
This combined with news of the death of a 29-year-old chef who was well-known around town (and on the Food Network), and I’m reminded how fragile life is. Time to go out there and make some dreams come true.