Yet Again...
Another sparrow nearly killed itself on our front window this evening. For all I know, it was the same on mentioned in my last post. Maybe the poor girl just really doesn't get windows. Maybe she just really likes me. Whatever the case, I heard her hit it pretty hard. I went out (like last time) and found her lying on the porch. This time, she was on her back and her wings were twitching so I knew she was at least alive. I picked her up (gently) and she sort of relaxed into the cradle of my palm. The way her head slumped to the side I was afraid she might have broken her neck, but she soon became more alert and began looking up at me.
I stroked her tiny little back while she snuggled against my open hand. She just kept sitting there and I kept talking to her softly. Every once in awhile she'd cock her head and gaze up at me with her pretty brown eyes, but she didn't seem at all frightened. She even started to doze off a couple of times. It seemed almost surreal. This tiny, wild creature seeming so at ease in my hand. Of course, she was probably just too dazed to know any better. And she did crap on me. Still, I'd rather think of it as a magical sort of experience than the more realistic version.
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