Motherhood- Boys and Birds

When my two sons were ages 18 mos. and 4 1/2 years old they had a huge surprise for me.  At that time we owned a love bird whose name was Tino.  (It had been a valentine gift from me to my husband). 
If you don't know anything about having birds as pets, know this.  Most people will keep the bird's wings clipped so when they are out of the cage they can't fly, they flutter.  It keeps them from getting into ceiling fans and other messy situations.
On this particular morning, the boys were downstairs watching television while I was upstairs showering.  The next thing I knew my middle child, Foster, was saying in his most grown-up voice, "Mama, Mama the bird it will not fwy (translation-fly)".  Not understanding exactly what he was talking about, I followed him downstairs.
There on the ground lay Tino.  The youngest, Jake, smiling and saying "fro him bubba".  I asked Foster what happened and he calmly explained that they wanted to hold Tino, so they took him from the cage.  Then they wanted to see him fly.  From what I gathered next.  Tino "flew" back and forth between the boys...until he didn't!
Sadly, Tino did not survive.  We did get another bird...his name was Lucky ( I said he was lucky to be alive)  Lucky lived for 10 years and died quietly of old age.  The boys seemed less interested in him...they had moved onto catching frogs!
But that is a tale for another time.