3 days ago, Nathan came running home from the neighbors, with a little egg in his hands. The egg had just fallen off a nest and the shell showed a little break.
Nathan's big day had arrived. The day he would see a little bird coming out and make it his. The nest had been deserted and he was going to save this dove-to-be.
He rushed upstairs to get a lamp, made a nest and settled the whole thing. He made us promise NOT to switch the light off as we went to bed. I tried to explain that the chances of the birdie coming out of the egg were very slim, but he would not have anything of it. He guarded his egg against everything and everyone. Till, 2 mornings later, we heard him scream victory...You guessed it, a new baby was born. The kids saw it happen. I will never forget the wonder I saw in their eyes. We spent the next and a half day caring for "tortoltje". We read it all on the internet, we visited the kinderboerderij for advice. Unfortunately, and although we all thought it was going very well, tortoltje did not make it.
I told Nathan yesterday when he came out of school at 12:30. He spent the rest of the day crying, there was nothing I could do to make him feel better. He cried again when he went to bed. Before he left for school today, he asked me if I could bury his little bird because he did not have the strength to do it.
I have never seen him like that...