I feel sappy happy! I rescued a wee purple finch today (or it may be a house finch).
Okay, I may have contributed to his injury in the first place since I coax him and kin into my yard to eat, and I have a light on by my desk by the window that he . . . accidentally hit. But he may not have been going t-o-w-a-r-d–the–l-i-g-httttttttttttttttt . . . he may have been disoriented trying to escape a hawk. I’m thinking semi-positively here.
But he lay there on the concrete being watched over by my vegan collie. I gently scooped him onto a brown paper bag and he flew-floundered up and clung to the stucco wall. I put the paper bag under him because he looked like he was going to fall. Poor panting thing!
Carefully, I lifted him down on the bag and set him on the barbecue–no heat.
He just lay there panting, eyes opening and shutting every so often. I set a container of water by him and talked sweet bird nothings to him. What should I do?
He was out there for almost an hour. I searched for an animal rescue type place that is local, but when I went out to check again, he was gone. One tiny feather floating in the air. Yay! He will have a huge headache I’m sure, but he gets to live another day.
Now I am fantasizing of getting lost in the desert coming home from the market. It could happen. And as I am despairing of life, needing that one drop of water to cool a parched tongue, there he comes, dragging a bucket. Rescuing the rescuer! And we are lifelong friends.