One of my summer experiences were at my cousins house. Everyday, except for the weekends, my brother and I would go there. One day, we were hiking through the woods, and we saw a baby bird. It has obviously fallen out of the tree, and we determined to help it. So, one of us stayed to keep watch of the bird, and the other three went to get my cousins parents. I was the one watching the bird. I didn’t want to touch it, for I was scared that is might have rabies, or another disease. Anyway, my cousins parents brought gloves with them to pick the baby bird up. We brought it back to the house, and then drove it the vet. The vet said it had a broken wing, and when it was healed they would release it back into the wild. I felt good because if  we wouldn’t have come across the baby, it probably would’ve died. So, that’s my summer story, tell me yours in the comments.