Fri, Mar. 28th, 2008, 04:32 pm

Walking home from class today, I came across a little brown sparrow. By little, it was easily nestled in the palm of my hand. By across, it was in the middle of a walkway, SLEEPING. Where people were frequenting. Where it shouldn't be. I thought it was a piece of trash first but when I got closer, I saw it was feathered. I thought it was dead, so I looked closer and it was still alive. I poked it gently and it hopped but went back to sleep.

I was freaking out. I was worried that it was injured or sick. D: Poor birdy! I picked it up and tried to call my parents to find out what to do to help it. It was so little (like a baby). I had this little birdy in my hand, nestled up and sleeping while I tried to walk back to my dorm. Yes, I know, I could get all sorts of diseases. My parents were telling me to leave it. But I couldn't do that. So they told me to call the humane society, but said they weren't going to care.

But then, Bird decided to wake up and it flew! Huzzah! I guess it was just resting. :D

It flew a little ways and fell back asleep in the grass. I tried to give it water, but then it got up and flew into the pushes like the normal birds around here. I think it'll be fine.

Going home for spring break now! I did wash my hands as soon as I was back and I threw the water bottle away. I wish I had gotten a picture.

Sat, Mar. 29th, 2008 12:05 am (UTC)
[info]two_ns

OooooO! Birdy! It reminds me of the baby bird that found its way into the dorm hallway. I almost stepped on it DDD:

Sat, Mar. 29th, 2008 11:20 am (UTC)
[info]notjo

Aw!

The closest I've seen to that is the wee sleeping duckies. I have no idea how they sleep through rush hour traffic! (lucky birdies!)

Mon, Mar. 31st, 2008 06:16 am (UTC)
[info]kaesa

We used to find dead (not sleeping) birds all the time in grade school. My friends and I tended to bury them respectfully, because otherwise the bullies would poke them and pull them apart, and that's just disrespectful.

...except I grew up to be really enthusiastic about dissections. :\ I feel like my seven-year-old self would be disappointed.