So I walked outside, and there they were. These two baby bluebirds in the gap underneath the threshold of my back door. As if they were knocking to get in, and meant to be mine. Only a peep heard in place of each knock.  So I picked them up, and brought them inside as my compassion gets the most of me. I dreamt only of what I would do in reality, because who's going to leave two baby bluebirds outside alone on a freezing winter day? There they sat in my palm, large enough to fit two tiny fluffy bluebirds.