Just a memory.

I remember when i was little i found a bird in the driveway's garden thing.
I picked it up, and it didn't take long for my to realise i was holding a dying bird.
So i kinda just stood there until it passed on. Poor thing.
I think my first love for birds began to slowly grow from that moment. I've had other encounters with wild birds like this, only much more happy i can assure you.
Just a small sketch of the moment, back when i was 6.
I think it signified something that was to happen later on in my life. Something that happened the next year, but anyways, i can't believe i forgot about it until today.