In the middle of school this morning, the kids started hollering something incoherent about a bird. I came into the room to find a baby bird clutching the screen.
The bird began to slowly claw its way up, fluttering its immature wings and slowly moving up the screen. 
It finally fluttered a few feet and landed on our porch where he found a nice soft perch on my rocking chair.
We stayed in the house for the rest of the morning so we wouldn't disturb the bird. It chirped from time to time, and Olivia had quite a cute little conversation going with it. Soon, an adult bird began flying through our porch and perching nearby protesting loudly. Aaron ended up moving the rocking chair to the edge of the porch after lunch. While I was reading "Miracles on Maple Hill" aloud to the kids (love that book!), I noticed that the chirping had stopped, and sure enough the bird was gone. Watching the pretty little baby bird this morning was a sweet gift.
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