Mourning a Bird

Today I, for the second day ina row, took my baby bird to work so I can feed it on time and keep an eye on it. After the ifed it the first time, it was for some reason agitated and aggressive. I thought it was just upset from the noise and the cab ride. After an hour and as i opened its box to give it the second meal, it was dead..

I am not sure what happened to it. I know that its mom threw it from the nest, but i really believed it had a good chance of survival with me; i fed it, kept it in a punch-holed, padded box that i cleaned twice a day, let it walk around and flip its wings all afternoon, and did not disturb its sleep. What did i do wrong? did i feed it the wrong stuff? did i hurt it? was i not supposed to keep it in the box? I don't know why it had to die like this.

I can't help but feel guilty, and wish I had tried to out it back in the nest with hopes that its mom would take it back. It is very sad because I had just gotten the phone number of a bird specialist from my boss, and I was going to pass by the store after work to get it a nice big cage to stay in until it can be released. I feel so horrible.

I guess i did have paternal/maternal instincts, the problem was only with my ability to be a parent; i failed miserably.

:(