True story:  When I was 10, I raised a family of wild baby birds. For who knows what reason, I went through this stage where I was obsessed with finding birds’ nests.  I used to wander through our woods, and–get this–pray earnestly, through {real} tears, asking the Lord in heaven if He would please help me find a real nest with eggs in it, or at least help me catch (!!!) a real bird. Clearly, I was a very strange child…. Read more »