Is anybody listening because it's the birds again and I'm not making this up!

So your not gonna believe this--

I'm walking into WalMart and a baby bird falls out of his nest at my feet. He's so little he can't fly. I stand there and watch him wanting to protect him. The birds make their nest in the WalMart signs. People are walking all around him not even seeing him. Finally one lady almost steps on him and kind of scoots him in the road. I freak and she then looks down and realizes she almost stepped on him. I scoot him to a corner with my foot and the lady kind of helps me. I go right inside and go to the pet dept to see if anyone is in there and there is no one anywhere of course.

I finish up and hurry back outside and he's still there-in the same corner. I look up to the bird nests and there is no way he can make it back up there, he can't fly that good. He's all alone. I go to the manager cage thing and tell them the story and don't laugh but I felt like I was gonna cry. She comes out with me, scoops him up in a paper towel and promises she will call the SPCA to come get him. I got a big thank you and I never cried. I was proud I never cried. All I could think was what if it was Lucas?

What is the deal with me and birds and why why why did he have to fall out at MY feet? Not just in front of me a little ways, literally dropped down in front of my feet. These things just happen. I have no control. Didn't I learn that a long time ago?

--J