It was morning in the valley, and I knew it had hailed outside and all the water was ice. The birds were frantically feeding on all the seeds; there’s a group of about 30 that come here often. When I went out to feed them, I saw there was a goldfinch that was frozen. It was a few minutes away from death!
My dad and I brought the bird inside. She wouldn’t open her mouth to drink. We started to worry, so we piled her up in warm blankets. There was still a chance she could stay alive, and just then she started to drink. She was really thirsty so we got her a dropper and some warm water, and I looked up how to save a freezing bird. I was scared that she might be in pain. She was so gentle, small and fragile.