The chirping was persistent, and within that sound was an appeal for help that I couldn't deny. As I often did after school in my early teens, I had gone for a walk in the woods near my house. And it was there that I heard the pitiful sound of a baby bird coming from somewhere on the ground. Being a nature-lover who lived in the country, I was well-versed in raising and caring for animals, so I went to see if I could help.
In no time at all, I found the baby bird. Looking up into the trees, I did not see a nest from which it could have fallen. … Scooping up the hatchling, I headed back to my house.