Happy Harvest Blog
It's practically a bird hospital around here.
So there I was, a bird in the hand, scorching hot day, heavy bicycle, a kilometer from home. What to do?I rode home one handed, with the bird in the other hand. I sort of displayed her in front of me, somehow hoping that a passing driver would stop and offer assistance. Is that a bird? Can I help?
Patching the greenhouse
It appears that some raptor or another hit my greenhouse.Perhaps it was hoping for a chicken.
Jailbird
On Saturday I was shocked awake by a bird smashing into a window with the force of a snowball. I ran outside and found the bird gasping and quivering on its back, scooped it up, and took it in, holding it for several minutes, with my whole hand wrapped in a towel for dark, soothing.
The awesomest thing lately that I didn't get a picture of:
I did not get a picture of the bird, although it swooped right past me at knee height to investigate under the table of someone opening a burrito (good choice), and disappointed, hopped right across the concourse to another sandwich eater, effortlessly avoiding the steady crowd of walking people.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
Bite size.
