Mom Has Gone A Bit Bird-Brained
(My mother and I rescue a little sparrow that fell from the nest. After much talking about it, she keeps insisting that we have to release it as soon as possible, even though I’d like to wait a bit to make sure he grows strong and healthy enough. After much insistence on her part, we go to a nearby park and release the little guy. The very next day, this conversation happens:)
Mother: “Don’t you feel bad about him?”
Me: “What?”
Mother: “The little birdie. I miss him. Why did we release him?”
Me: “You were the one who kept insisting on it, Mom.”
Mother: “Yes, but we really shouldn’t have. What if some cat finds him? I don’t want to think about that. We should take him back.”
Me: “Good luck with that.”
Mother: “You’re coming with me.”
Me: “Wait, what?”
Mother: “We’re going to the park and search for him.”
Me: “Mom, it was a sparrow. A normal sparrow. There’s hundreds of them at the park at any given time, and they probably fly all around the city. It’s impossible to find that one.”
Mother: “No, we’re going to get him back. You released him; it’s your responsibility!”
Me: “I only did it because you kept asking me to do it!”
Mother: “You are just being lazy. Stop whining and come with me.”
(In the end, we spent three hours roaming the park, while she kept asking anyone passing by if they had “seen a little bird”, much to their amusement. Obviously, the bird never came back.)