Lucky Part Three

   The following is part of a true story.

            So for a while, John, Sandy and I watched the bird. The bird was hopping around the cage. It seemed pretty with it, showing very little sign of damage. If there was conversation, I don’t remember. This was a very unusual, crazy, overwhelming and exciting situation. I even observed, “This is so crazy you just can’t make it up.”

            Finally, Jean and Mom came to the cage. “Do you think we can let it go?” Jean asked.

            After all of the watching, Mom said, “I think so.”

            Having seen the bird going on about the cage, John and I agreed.

            We walked outside with the birdcage. Mom placed it on the ground and opened the cage door. Mom coaxed the bird out of the cage. The bird flapped its wing and began to fly… only for a couple of seconds, literally. It landed in the snow. It began to hop around in the snow, but couldn’t manage to fly again.

            Mom immediately ran into the snow, trying to catch the bird, who was hopping around fast, but confused. It didn’t know where it was or what to do. After several hops, Mom was able to catch the bird, which then laid down into Mom’s Humane Society of the United States gloves, comfortable in the warmth of Mom’s hands.

            Jean held out the birdcage, and we were able to get the bird back into the birdcage after much struggle in trying to separate it from Mom’s gloved hands. It seemed that the bird had injured one of its wings, apparently unable to fly.

            We then assessed the situation. We had bird who couldn’t fly resting in a cage. We then decided that the best thing to do was leave it with Jean and see what would happen. Unfortunately, the bird didn’t seem like it would recover from being separates from its native habitat, being it the cold, and unable to fly. So that night, Mom and I said our goodbyes too the bird, hoping for it to have a peaceful passing away, then walked back across the street, sad, yet happy to have given the bird a little more time to live and that it didn’t freeze to death on our wooden deck. So then Mom went back to her room and I went back to reading my digital comics until we both went off into our sleepy status.