was sitting at my computer one day, when suddenly I hear a loud noise. What was that, I asked my grandchild. I saw something hit the glass door, he said. We ran to the front door to investigate. We were amazed to see a baby bird on the top step lying on his back. At first sight we thought he was dead. After turning him over, we realized that he was still alive. I told my grandson to let the bird rest for a while to see if he would recover. We came to the conclusion that the baby bird was taking his first flying lesson and had crashed into the door accidentally, knocking himself unconscious. My grandson and I stood watching the baby bird. We were not prepared for the emotional, heart warming experience that followed (a mother protecting, teaching, and showing such an outpouring expression of love for her child). After watching the baby bird for about ten minutes, a bird which we assumed to be the mother bird, flew down to the steps to check on the baby bird. After carefully studying the situation, the mother bird flew to an electric wire nearby and continued to watch her child. About five minute later, another bird appeared on the electric wire next to the mother bird. We assumed this bird to be the father bird. After the father bird had studied the situation and was assured that everything was okay or that the mother bird had everything in control, he flew away. The mother bird sit on the wire for a few seconds after the father bird left and then she circle around a couple of time and came back to rest on the wire for a few minutes looking down on her child. My heart melted and my grandson had a gleam in his eyes as we watched the baby bird gaining his confident. As the mother bird, my grandson, and I watched, the baby bird got up and flew to a low branch on a nearby tree. My grandchild and I looked at each other and smiled. The mother bird seem to have her chest poked out in admiration of the accomplishment of her child. Then the mother flew to a higher branch. The baby bird flew to a higher branch, just beneath the branch of the tree that the mother bird were on. Then the mother bird flew to another tree nearby. The baby bird then flew to a lower branch of the tree that her mother had flew to. Then mother bird flew off into the horizon and a couple minutes later the baby bird followed. All is well that ends well