“Love gives wings, even to those who cannot fly.”
It was a cool, peaceful morning. A little boy from a big, loving family woke up and went to the window to enjoy the fresh air.
But suddenly—he froze.
Right on the windowsill lay a tiny baby bird, flipped on its back, chirping weakly. Perhaps it had fallen from a nest above. Startled, the boy called his family to come see.
Seeing the poor creature, they couldn’t bear to leave it there. They decided to care for it and raise it themselves.
The little bird was quite strange—its body was smooth, pink, and completely featherless. They gently picked it up, wrapped it in a soft cloth, and brought it near a warm lamp. They quickly warmed some milk and used a tiny syringe to feed it drop by drop.
Then they made a small nest out of old family fabric scraps, adding plenty of soft layers to keep it cozy. Inside the nest, Lisa—the boy’s sister—placed a little wool doll she had sewn herself, as a tiny companion. It was clear how much love they already had for this fragile life.
The baby bird slept most of the time, but when it was awake, it chirped endlessly for food. They fed it several times a day, and soon it began to grow fast—showing the shape of what seemed to be a lovely parrot.
Yet, strangely, even as it got bigger, not a single feather appeared. It looked funny and adorable at the same time—smooth and shiny like a tiny peach.
Soon, it became active, toddling around the house, playing and doing silly things that made everyone laugh. Its bare little body only made its funny movements more endearing.
Among everyone in the house, it was closest to Lisa. It often jumped onto her shoulder or hand, enjoying her warmth. Every morning, it would hop onto her bed to wake her up—a ritual it took very seriously.
As time went by, it grew older and stronger. Feathers began to appear—only on its head, while its body and wings stayed bare. It looked unusual, yet so cute in its own way.
Though it never looked like other parrots, it was always happy—because it had something even better than feathers: a home full of love and kindness.
The family loved it unconditionally. They often took it out for walks, letting it perch on their arms as they laughed together.
And under that roof filled with laughter and warmth, the featherless parrot lived a life more beautiful than any bird that ever flew. 🕊️💛
