I Am My Own PETA

[sparky]

At lunch today, a bird got into the enormous dining room at the school where we are shooting our show. Don't ask me how.

It was fluttering all around the place, freaked out. The place has 30' high glass windows, and I knew it didn't look good. A few people opened up doors, but to a scared bird, these aren't even visible. Of course, the poor thing flew into a window. It fell, then got up and started flying again. Back into the window it went. The second time it stayed down. People were making all kinds of racket, a group ran over there. Some stupid guys were laughing. I bolted over there, and a bunch of people were gathered around while this poor little bird lay on the ground. It was stunned and I thought it had a broken neck. People were afraid to pick it up.

I moved right in, scooped the little thing up and took it outside. I kept talking to it and held it in my hands next to my chest in the sun to keep it warm. I thought for sure it's neck was broken. But after a few minutes, it started to blink, and move a little bit. I kept petting it's head and neck, hoping it would move it's head. Finally, it sat up in my hand. By then about six or seven people had come out to see what was happening. The little guy stood up in my hand and I continued to pat it on the head and scratch it's back. Within another minute or two, the bird opened and closed it's beak a few times, shook it's little tail, and took off into the trees. I got a round of applause.

What a way to end my week.

Not posting to toot my own horn, just to show that some of us out in the world take care of little creatures when we can. And there are happy endings, even for a cynical puppy like me.

Sparky - Friend Of All Birds