While out in the back yard early this morning checking on the progress of my grape vines, I saw a little bird (sparrow) flopping around on the ground. I walked over and picked up the little bird. It seems that either a cat or a hawk had gotten a hold of the little bird, which had both legs broken and was breathing rather hard. I could tell it didn't have long for this world. So I sat on a bench and held it in my hand and rocked it back and forth and talked to it until it stopped breathing. I then buried it in the yard and then sat back on the bench and pondered life a little more and then went on with the rest of my day, hoping it would be better than it started out.