The Boy and the Bird

Day 2,565, 08:36 • Published in India Croatia • by Vijayakrishna

The Usual Disclaimer : Excuse my English and please comment



The little boy was trying to sneak back into his room after spending excess time out in the fields.

He was 6 year old, now with his grandparents for summer vacations.
As he entered his room, he found his grandmother was cleaning his room.
‘You are late again, did you climb trees again today?’ her grandmother said without looking at the kid. He remained silent, he knew she will not like if he tells a lie.


He happened to find a small bird injured the day he came there which he nursed back to health.
It left when it was good enough to fly but would return daily to take the feed the boy offered to it.


He somehow tracked it back to it’s nest which was on a tree nearby. He would daily climb the tree n count the eggs in the nest and return. He was very eager to see the eggs hatch, the bird seems not to mind visits from this little fellow.
That day, he promised not to wander beyond the time his grandparents permit him, she did not ask him not to climb trees for she knew, he will not stop doing it. So, they got him a kite, a toy he asked them to get numerous times.
Next day, he was busy playing with the kite till it was dark, he was releasing too much thread.


‘If you release too much thread, it will break’ his grandfather cautioned him but he did not listen and finally the thread did break.
The boy got disappointed n slept only when he was assured a new kite next day.

In the morning, he remembered about the bird n slipped out of house to check it.
His grandmother saw him go but did not stop him; she liked how he cares for other living things.


The boy did not return even at noon, the old couple became anxious and started looking for him.

They found him under a nearby tree, he was sleeping in it’s shade.
As they woke him, he broke into tears and hugged his grandmother, he was inconsolable for some time.

When they asked him what happened, he pointed his hand up toward the branches. He neither stopped crying nor did his head come out of his grandmothers arms.
They looked up and found the bird which boy saved, hanging with its legs tangled in the thread from kite which broke last evening. It was dead.