I live in Las Vegas, Nevada, and if you have ever looked at the Weather Channel and checked out our summers, you would know that it gets pretty hot out here. Well, I was walking in a park in the afternoon and it was around 100 degrees. I then noticed a baby wren on the sidewalk frying in the heat. I was horrified. I know that you are supposed to leave the birds alone, but I did not see his mother. I couldn't leave and so I just walked a few feet away and waited for the mother to return. After fifteen minutes, I couldn't bear watching him in agony. I swooped him into my shirt and carried him home. I taught "Wren" how to fly. I would put him on my arm and coax him to jump off. He would scream in terror and then flap his wings as he slowly learned how to fly. He loved hopping and following me around my house, and occasionally I let him outside. His outside visits were immediately halted when the neighborhood cat took an interest in him. Wren lived for one month. I made the mistake of going to Petco and asking them to give me bird food for Wren. When I gave him the food one night and checked on him in the morning he was struggling to breathe. His neck was almost twisted backwards, and he kept trying to scream. I didn't know what to do, and I held him for a few minutes and then he died. I loved him more than any other pet. He will always be my perfect "Wren."
