Emily Leatrice Serrapede enjoyed looking out the kitchen window and into the courtyard of the building where she lived. Hanging from a spindly tree in the courtyard was a feeder one of the tenants in the building had hung there.
In the Summer of 2004 a flock of starlings and their young began to visit the feeder.
Emily told her daughter that the starlings were very bright and that they would watch with interest whenever she threw some moistened bread into the courtyard on the days that the squirrels had ravaged the feeder causing seeds to scatter all over.
Soon a few of the baby starlings became regular visitors. Their glossy feathers, playful antics and distinct whistling call appealed to Emily, her daughter and the landlord of the building.
In September, the Landlord found one of the starlings crouched in a corner of the courtyard. It looked stunned and confused. It flapped its wings but could not fly. Emily and her daughter wrapped the starling up in a towel and sat with it in the courtyard.
It was a windy, autumn day and it was possible that the bird hit the brick wall of the apartment building.
During the hour and a half before the starling passed on, Emily named it Baby Spike. She knew that she was keeping a death watch for the bird. The landlord allowed her to bury Baby Spike under a tree in the courtyard. He secured the place with a brick and surrounded it with pebbles.
Note: Emily estimated that Baby Spike was one of the young starlings that had hatched during the summer. That is why an estimated hatch date is entered to the bio.
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As of November, 2013 Baby Spike's resting place continues to remain undisturbed. Sometimes the Landlord puts new stones or marbles around the brick.
I'll always remember the way my Mom cared for this little bird. Even when she was beginning to feel the discomfort and limitations of Parkinsonism she always found time to care for others. She said it was an excellent medicine for her pains since for a little while it took her outside of herself so that she forgot all about them.
Whenever I see Baby Spike's resting place I'm reminded of what my Mom had to say about that.
In the Summer of 2004 a flock of starlings and their young began to visit the feeder.
Emily told her daughter that the starlings were very bright and that they would watch with interest whenever she threw some moistened bread into the courtyard on the days that the squirrels had ravaged the feeder causing seeds to scatter all over.
Soon a few of the baby starlings became regular visitors. Their glossy feathers, playful antics and distinct whistling call appealed to Emily, her daughter and the landlord of the building.
In September, the Landlord found one of the starlings crouched in a corner of the courtyard. It looked stunned and confused. It flapped its wings but could not fly. Emily and her daughter wrapped the starling up in a towel and sat with it in the courtyard.
It was a windy, autumn day and it was possible that the bird hit the brick wall of the apartment building.
During the hour and a half before the starling passed on, Emily named it Baby Spike. She knew that she was keeping a death watch for the bird. The landlord allowed her to bury Baby Spike under a tree in the courtyard. He secured the place with a brick and surrounded it with pebbles.
Note: Emily estimated that Baby Spike was one of the young starlings that had hatched during the summer. That is why an estimated hatch date is entered to the bio.
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As of November, 2013 Baby Spike's resting place continues to remain undisturbed. Sometimes the Landlord puts new stones or marbles around the brick.
I'll always remember the way my Mom cared for this little bird. Even when she was beginning to feel the discomfort and limitations of Parkinsonism she always found time to care for others. She said it was an excellent medicine for her pains since for a little while it took her outside of herself so that she forgot all about them.
Whenever I see Baby Spike's resting place I'm reminded of what my Mom had to say about that.
Emily Leatrice Serrapede enjoyed looking out the kitchen window and into the courtyard of the building where she lived. Hanging from a spindly tree in the courtyard was a feeder one of the tenants in the building had hung there.
In the Summer of 2004 a flock of starlings and their young began to visit the feeder.
Emily told her daughter that the starlings were very bright and that they would watch with interest whenever she threw some moistened bread into the courtyard on the days that the squirrels had ravaged the feeder causing seeds to scatter all over.
Soon a few of the baby starlings became regular visitors. Their glossy feathers, playful antics and distinct whistling call appealed to Emily, her daughter and the landlord of the building.
In September, the Landlord found one of the starlings crouched in a corner of the courtyard. It looked stunned and confused. It flapped its wings but could not fly. Emily and her daughter wrapped the starling up in a towel and sat with it in the courtyard.
It was a windy, autumn day and it was possible that the bird hit the brick wall of the apartment building.
During the hour and a half before the starling passed on, Emily named it Baby Spike. She knew that she was keeping a death watch for the bird. The landlord allowed her to bury Baby Spike under a tree in the courtyard. He secured the place with a brick and surrounded it with pebbles.
Note: Emily estimated that Baby Spike was one of the young starlings that had hatched during the summer. That is why an estimated hatch date is entered to the bio.
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As of November, 2013 Baby Spike's resting place continues to remain undisturbed. Sometimes the Landlord puts new stones or marbles around the brick.
I'll always remember the way my Mom cared for this little bird. Even when she was beginning to feel the discomfort and limitations of Parkinsonism she always found time to care for others. She said it was an excellent medicine for her pains since for a little while it took her outside of herself so that she forgot all about them.
Whenever I see Baby Spike's resting place I'm reminded of what my Mom had to say about that.
In the Summer of 2004 a flock of starlings and their young began to visit the feeder.
Emily told her daughter that the starlings were very bright and that they would watch with interest whenever she threw some moistened bread into the courtyard on the days that the squirrels had ravaged the feeder causing seeds to scatter all over.
Soon a few of the baby starlings became regular visitors. Their glossy feathers, playful antics and distinct whistling call appealed to Emily, her daughter and the landlord of the building.
In September, the Landlord found one of the starlings crouched in a corner of the courtyard. It looked stunned and confused. It flapped its wings but could not fly. Emily and her daughter wrapped the starling up in a towel and sat with it in the courtyard.
It was a windy, autumn day and it was possible that the bird hit the brick wall of the apartment building.
During the hour and a half before the starling passed on, Emily named it Baby Spike. She knew that she was keeping a death watch for the bird. The landlord allowed her to bury Baby Spike under a tree in the courtyard. He secured the place with a brick and surrounded it with pebbles.
Note: Emily estimated that Baby Spike was one of the young starlings that had hatched during the summer. That is why an estimated hatch date is entered to the bio.
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As of November, 2013 Baby Spike's resting place continues to remain undisturbed. Sometimes the Landlord puts new stones or marbles around the brick.
I'll always remember the way my Mom cared for this little bird. Even when she was beginning to feel the discomfort and limitations of Parkinsonism she always found time to care for others. She said it was an excellent medicine for her pains since for a little while it took her outside of herself so that she forgot all about them.
Whenever I see Baby Spike's resting place I'm reminded of what my Mom had to say about that.
