a bird in the hand
June 15th, 2005
Two birds were stuck in our patio today. A co-worker and I opened up the gate, and one immediately flew out. The other decided to hang around. We left the gate open for a while and returned to work, assuming the other one would fly away as well, and hopefully not bring in more of it’s friends.
I returned to the patio and didn’t see any birds, so I closed the gate. About an hour later, we heard a loud bang against a glass window adjacent to the patio. I walked outside to find a bird on the floor, apparently dizzy from impact, bleeding slightly from it’s beak. I grabbed a towel, cupped the bird gently in my hands, and walked towards the gate, which I had unlocked but forgot to open wide enough to make way for my, um, gravitationally-challenged self.
However, as I neared the gate, a gust of wind blew and opened the gate just enough for me to walk outside and set the bird down.
The bird decided to stand around for a little while, but I had to go back to the desk. I took a peek occasionally (read: every 2 minutes) to see if it was still there. During a lull period at the desk, I walked outside towards the gate, and watched the bird fly away. Maybe it was waiting for me to watch it off.
Little miracles of life, eh?
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