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 should 'a 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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