Samuel finds a little bird- again

About a two years ago we thought that our house might have some very uninvited guests so we hired a pest control company to spray every month and set traps in our garage. The only thing we managed to catch was a tiny little bird that sadly found himself wandering into one of our poison glue traps. That morning Samuel wandered as well into the garage and found the little bird half dead and he went ballistic. Sam and i rushed to see what was the matter and we found Samuel crying and all he could say was," Daddy save him, please save him." Sam and I exchanged a glance of frustration and knew that there was nothing we could do for this little bird that was half dead and completely stuck to the plastic glue box. We sent Samuel inside the house and told him that daddy would help him get back to his mother. We thought at the time that was the best thing to say since he was so distraught over this poor little bird. Minutes after sending him inside he burst open the garage door only to find Sam putting the bird out of his misery and setting him in the trash. Samuel couldn't stop crying and calming him down was practically impossible. That memory is one i will never forget and a situation i wish we had handled much differently. Unfortunately all those memories came flooding back Friday morning. Samuel came in sobbing after playing in the back yard. He told me he found a little birdie in the backyard and tried to help him fly again, but he just kept falling to the grass. So we all followed Samuel to the birdie who was alive and well, but seemed to be missing two toes. What Samuel said next made me want to cry. With tears in his eyes he looked at us and said," Daddy don't kill him like you did the other birdie - PLEASE- I will make him my pet and take care of him." We knew that was out of the question, but we had to solve the problem. I told Samuel that we would call the wildlife rescue to see if they would come to pick up the birdie. His attitude changed and he was gun hoe to help me get this birdie to safety. To make a long story short we followed orders and put the birdie in a basket with straw and hung it from a tree. The wildlife lady said emphatically," 8 out of nine times the mommy bird comes back to get her baby." A few days past and Samuel would check on the little birdie morning- noon- and night. I am sad to say that we did our best. The birdies mommy never came and he died. Samuel was very thankful to us that we didn't give up on the little bird. My son has a very big heart and we are so thankful to God for the appreciation, love and concern he has demonstrated for life at such a tender age.