I came out to my truck this morning to go to work and was surprised to see this visitor sitting on my windshield wiper.
He was just a little thing. Must've been pushed out of the nest and fluttered to a stop right there on my windshield. There was no splat mark. He didn't move, except for breathing, even when I snapped a few shots.
Megan brought out a step stool & towel so I could reach the little guy. Even when I plucked him off the truck, he was very calm. Like he expected me to help him. I carried him over to a bush and opened the towel. He looked at me very casually, then fluttered out of my hand into the bush. Hopefully to live a good long birdie life!
2 comments:
Aw, what a sweet little tweetie! Poor guy was probably a mess, hopefully he'll be well soon!
Big congrats on your weight loss and I know what you mean about food being EVERYWHERE and being so frikkin' hard to resist! It almost makes me wish I was addicted to heroin, or something less accessible, kwim? lol You're doing GREAT, and you should feel proud of yourself....keep us posted! {{{hugs}}}
What a CUTIE!! How ya hangin' in there? Still have no kiddos? I'm headed to my mom's friday... wanna come?
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