A vivid green tiny bird lighted on my shoulder unwittingly, suddenly, as if dropped from the veil when I stepped out the door, then fell, directly in front of me and just sat there perplexed, I was too, what to do, dropped the bags I was carrying, to study this happening here at my feet the bird tumbled neat. I feared for his safety so vulnerable in the open, his beak was gaping, a yellow crown on his head, and his legs bright red, looked intact. The neighbor quickly snapped a picture while I scrambled back up the steps to find something to nest it an egg carton seemed best, and I picked up the guest gently to rest in the egg size cardboard cup, closed the lid, I just did what I did, as a murder of crows watched in rows from the lines above and behind. I couldn't leave him there so went in the car, and we drove pretty far to the animal shelter where the med at the desk said nature is best *you shoulda left him*, I told her I know but I thought if I could know more on his state was he broken or okay, I could maybe take him back to fly away, so she softened and called dr who greeted the egg carton creature took him in for a look and the bird flew like a rook all around the examining room and was caught in a net by the quick thinking vet, and delivered outside where he flew to the sky, that was it.
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