“Sometimes, saving a small life gives us back a piece of heaven.”
It was a cool, peaceful afternoon.
A family was driving along the highway after a weekend trip to the countryside when, out of nowhere, something strange happened — a tall ostrich suddenly ran out and stood right in front of their car.
They stopped in surprise. The bird didn’t seem aggressive — instead, it looked desperate, pacing back and forth as if begging for help. Then they noticed it: right there on the asphalt, between the car’s wheels, lay a large egg.
It must have laid it hastily, right there on the roadside.
The family’s hearts tightened — a single passing vehicle could crush it in an instant. The mother ostrich chirped anxiously, circling around as though asking them to do something. Unsure what else to do, they exchanged looks and decided together:
They would take the egg home and try to save whatever life was inside.
They gently wrapped it in a soft towel and lifted it up.
It was astonishingly heavy — nearly 1.3 kilograms — smooth and warm to the touch.
At home, they prepared a makeshift nest: a large plastic tray filled with wood shavings, soft soil, and a little sand. They sprayed it with water for humidity and set a warm lamp above it — their own little incubator.
Every few days, they checked on it using a small light. To their relief, they could see signs of life — faint shadows moving inside. The egg was developing. Their hearts swelled with hope.
Then, one beautiful morning, they heard it — a faint peep from within.
The egg trembled slightly, and soon, the sound of tiny cracks appeared. Bit by bit, the shell broke apart, and a small beak poked through.
Tears welled in everyone’s eyes as they watched a new life struggle into the world. The little ostrich lifted its head weakly and looked at them as if it recognized its new family.
Their niece was the happiest of all — she couldn’t stop smiling as she gently stroked its downy head.
They fed it warm milk from a bottle, sometimes mixed with cereal or corn flour. Days passed, and the little one grew quickly — fluffier, taller, and wobbling through its first steps like a newborn child.
Sometimes it slept in their laps, sometimes it ran playfully around the house, its long legs moving in funny little dances that made everyone laugh.
It loved cabbage leaves, soft hugs, and the gentle hands that had brought it into the world.
It was no longer just an ostrich — it was family.
And every time they saw it stretch its neck and look around with curious eyes, they silently thanked heaven for that one miraculous afternoon — when a bird had stopped their car to ask for help… and ended up giving them joy beyond measure.
What a beautiful and touching story. Filled with miracle’s. A baby ostrich was born to humans.
So the little ostrich imprinted with humans. So it most likely thought it was human after all.
That’s what happens when a baby bird is born.
This I know very well as I too, am especially fond of birds. I have a whole library of bird books that I refer to often.
I should have studied veterinary science/ medicine in stead of psychology. I am very passionate about birds and wildlife.
Humans suck as a specy with our human flaws, of which there are so many.