Ozzie

Tek watching Ozzie out the front door.
Last night, our dog Tek was not himself. He was pacing, whining and complaining in his own dog ways. He wouldn't rest, every so often crying at the door. Very unlike himself.
When the Olympics were over at midnight we let him out one last time before retiring for the night. He stood on the grass and whimpered. When I stepped outside the door I noticed he had found a small baby bird that had fallen from a nest we have been watching for weeks.
Needless to say the circus continued for an hour after. (This consisted of me running nervously around the backyard with dishtowels in my nightgown, in the rain, trying to carefully protect this animal for the night) Without to many crazy, boring details, I will say we have now adopted this little bird and named him Ozzie.
I think this is how great stories and children's books are born. This gentle giant of a dog is so curious and kind towards this little creature. Adorable!
No worries animal people, I have called the wildlife authorities and all is well. Ozzie's mom continually feeds him and squawks when we are near.
I have been told that in the next few days he will continue to grow and learn to fly. We look forward to watching him find his freedom!