It's a well known fact among anyone who's met me that I am an animal lover. So yesterday, when I was walking home from class and I passed what looked like a yellow-ish green leaf sitting in the middle of a busy walkway, and I thought I saw it move, I did a double take. It wasn't a leaf, but a prothonotary warbler (a pretty little yellow songbird). He seemed dazed and lethargic, and when I got closer, he didn't hop or flit away. He let me pick him, and I gently carried him from the busy, death-trap-for-an-injured-bird walkways of the campus. I called a few different people to tell them about him. I had planned on bringing him home with me and nursing him to health, or at least keeping him alive, but the problem of my playful kitty and a cage-less apartment kept nagging at me. As I was walking with him cupped in my hand, he started to move a bit more, and lifted his head, opened his eyes and looked around. I was about a block away from my apartment, when he ruffled his feathers in thanks and took flight. It was so neat, one to have saved his little life, as surely he would have been trampled or run over by a cyclist, and second to have held such a gorgeous little bird in my hand. He was so fragile, and soft! Anyway, he's probably home safe now, and I'm happy for it.
Becki, The Younger