The children and I were pulling weeds from the back yard today, when Makayla, my five year old and I found a dead baby bird. I tried to sheild her from it before she could see it but she saw it anyway and huge tears sprung to her eyes. I told her to leave it alone, that Jesus would come and take the bird to Heaven, and instructed the children to go back inside. I caught my daughter sitting next to the dead bird in the backyard and at first, allowed her to do so, feeling like it was her way of grieving. After feeling like perhaps she was taking this a little too hard, I called her in and told her to leave the bird alone and she said, "I can't leave it alone, Mommy! I want to ask Jesus some stuff when He comes to get it!"