On the 16th of April, one of my cousins was taking a walk with his parents and found a cardinal lying on the road with a broken leg. He assumed a car had come by over and run over its leg, but since he wasn’t there to witness what had happened, this was simply an assumption. He and my aunt and uncle started walking past, but he couldn’t find it in him to leave the poor bird behind, so he picked it up and took it to my grandparents’ house to take care of.
They tried feeding it whatever they had available in the house: fruits, bread, everything. It ate a little, but it was in so much pain that it passed away the next day. My cousin had me come over and take some pictures of it before they buried it. Below are pictures of the cardinal in my hands, my cousin’s hands, my grandfather’s, and being held by my brother.
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