it was an early morning when i was on my way to mcd's for coffee.....and there it was, a dead bird tits up with feet in the air. i looked away, then looked again, and it was on it's side breathing deep birdie breaths. it looked grim,so i walked away with heavy heart, and went for a cup of java. but i could not forget the beautiful russian blue colored fellow with the spotted breast. i came back, and mr. birdie was sitting up. u see the crows were about to attack him, and he was not going to give it up. so i did what any rescue person would do, i went back to mcd's and STOLE some of their napkins, as i walked around the parking lot looking for something to put birdie in. no avail. so i wrapped him tightly in a napkin and he looked like a russian with a scarf around his head, and i said in a low voice we were going to a far off place. he seemed to understand and chirped nothing. so i crossed the road to ALLSTATE INSURANCE where there were laurels i could hide him under. gently, i placed him on the napkin saying my goodbyes because i knew it would not be long....well that was because a cat lived across the street. but what was the choice...leave him to the crows or the cats. take your pick..
an hour passed, and i had to go back to see the dead bird. for surely it had happened by now. much to my surprise, mr. birdie heard me coming. he jumped off his napkin and FLEW to a low tree limb where he looked at this stranger who invaded his space. i smiled.