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at 2:16 PM

When January and February babies are learning to eat, I'm finally born.
When people learn to say "Mummy, daddy!", I can only make choking noises and cry.
When people have learnt to walk, I finally learnt how to endure the pain on my knees when I crawl.
When they're writing, my mum wasn't so sure whether I'm a left or right hander.
When they celebrate their birthday early in the year, I felt like a bird which can't fly when others could.

Looking back, it's not easy catching up when life's in front of you.

I have pet bird named "Miracles", he's a night parrot, (yes, endangered species).

I found him back in England when I was 6 years old,
abandoned in a bird nest filled with cracked egg shells.
He was still pink in color. (which means he's a newborn).

There was exactly 3 other egg shells, here's the story:
The mother bird laid 4 eggs.
3 cracked soon after, leaving one.
The last egg cracked only when others have learnt how to fly.
As winter was nearing, the parent birds and 3 other bird-lings flew away.
Leaving poor last one trapped midway up in an almost-naked tree.

I brought him back after discovering him in an orchard.
He can't even open his eyes. How cruel of the others to have left him there.
Seeking help of the bird-watching expert (my dad, lol), we managed to save him :D.
Many days later, he grew up to be a light-color feathered bird. (don't ask why)
He was capable of flight one day and was taught tricks.

I didn't have to keep him in a cage. The last thing he would do is fly away.
Accompanying me for around 9 years, he's kind of old now.
He no longer goes around flapping his wings and stealing pieces of corn.

I return home, I subtly know that life's leaking out of him every single day.
He may be capable of flight, he may be old.
But one thing that's for sure, I wasn't able to teach what his mother would have.
He would probably be much more skilled if I had released him back to the wild.

That's the life of an abandoned, salvaged, poor being on wild earth.