The Rescue: Chicago mom revels in boys' compassion for injured bird

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'“We saved a baby bird!” my oldest son burst out.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Walsh, we didn’t actually touch it with our hands,” assured a flame-haired pal who shares my obsession with E. coli. “We used stuff in the alley to pick it up.”

“It wasn’t squished or run over or anything, so we took it to the animal hospital on Western,” explained another boy, still incredulous that their mission had been successful and that the animal hospital hadn’t turned them away.
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As the mother of three boys, I remain extremely sensitive to the increasing trend in male-bashing. After all, these are my loves, my life. They are not responsible for releasing a single ill onto the world. They are not predators or instigators of war.

Yet, even I once believed they would walk right past a fallen bird without notice.

Instead?

These boys chose to carry a broken soul to safety in an old beer box.

It makes me wonder what they might do tomorrow if we let them.'