We figured the strong winds from last night blew a bird's nest off a tree or was on the wreath above the garage and they fell, unfortunately, we accidentally ran over one of them.
Gma: You pick him up.
Me: -goes into the house- I'm not going to pick him up.
Gma: -calls me out of the house- Go get the rake, we'll pick him up like that.
Me: -looks around and finds the broom and dust pan- I'll use this.
Gma: -scoops up the birds in the dust pan and turns over the nest finding another bird- Oh -jumps away-
Me: -puts the birds in but one decides to hop out-
Gma: Why don't you pick him up and put him back in?
Me: Why can't you pick him up?
Gma: I'm scared of like that.
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