My Mother use to say that she hated to see the spring come. We lived in the woods and for some reason I found all the Baby birds that had fallen from their nests. It was like I had a baby bird magnet installed right over my heart that drew me to them. I would of course pick them up, and bring them home. Not a single one survived, and I am sure that the diet of crackers and milk may have had something to do with it. I've never really gotten over it. Scarred for life.
This little Bird inside a fabric case is a handy remedy for anyone wishing to overcome these tragic memories.
He handily fits in the black net pocket for storage when you need him to. I think that he is a cheerful reminder that many birds have actually survived the spring without my ministering to them.
This handy dandy fabric case ties in the back over a vintage button. The bird cage on the front has been free sewn with my trusty Thread Pusher. (That's Baggaraggs talk for sewing Machine.) Off hand I do not have the dimensions, if that's important to you, I'd be happy to provide you with the details.
PS. This is not for a child, just a Childlike adult.