An injured sparrow hid under a parked car near the post office. Another woman and I became hell bent on rescuing it. We figured we could deliver the bird to a nearby veterinary office and its wing would be mended.
The sparrow, surely scared of our presence, flew clumsily out from under the car and into a bush. That is where we finally cornered it. I put my hands around the sparrow and walked her to the veterinary office.
I will never forget the feeling of holding a bird. It was soft and tender. I felt like I was holding magic.
Sparrows sit on the fire escape outside my window and sometimes keep me company while I write. I like to think that one of them is the bird I held. Birds of a feather flock together… or so the saying goes. I have a bird friend out there somewhere.
Have you ever held a bird?
