I was getting ready for my library stint when I heard this familiar thump on the window. As usual, there was nothing dead lying at the foot of the the patio window but as I lifted my eyes, its and mine met. Yes they did. It had time to close them while I fetched the camera. There it was, poor little creature, laying on the chair with its little heart beating erratically.
That's when I started talking to it and sliding my fingers up and down his back . "I'm so glad you are alive but I don't know what to do to help you. Don't worry, I won't leave you, you opened your eyes, are you feeling better, don't close your eyes again, how can I help, let me make you comfortable in my bread basket."
I was at such a loss that I covered it up to the neck with a small cotton napkin and prepared to take it with me to the library in the hope that one of the ladies there would know what to do next. And the miracle happened. It's eye opened again, I uncovered it and I put my thumb on its belly to check for a heartbeat. Yes there was and .....it flew timidly up and landed on the floor where it lost some poo and walked away.
I talked some more to it telling it how happy I was that it can fly again, how worried I was it would not find it's way out and that I was very grateful that my being late to my job was due to the fact that it is alive and moving.
I learned talking to birds when walking by a feeder on the side of our building............ and just now quickly went out to take a photo to maybe show you one of my livelier and more colorful friends and there were none.