oh man. it was about a month ago that we found and took care of a baby sparrow. after a few days of round the clock feeding, we noticed that one of his legs might be broken so we rushed him over to the calabasas wildife center. they told us he was screwed and most likely would have to be killed. they took him away from us and we cursed that wildlife center a good one.
we called in everyday for ten days to check on him, after that we stopped because we didn't want to know if he had been put down. we thought we would wait awhile for the wounds to heal before we got the bad news. so a month passed, and we figured he was gone.
boom! fast forward to a few days ago. we got the call that baby bird, aka/ baby dude, was not only going to live, but they wanted us to be there to release him! so on friday we drove over to the center and they handed us a box of three birds and said we could take the box and release them wherever we wanted. what the hell? so we got into the car and drove to malibu state park, walked about a mile in so we could be by a river and let baby dude and two of his closest homies fly away. i might have picked the best spot on this earth to leave them. here's the emotional release.