Not going to Write this story. Just notes. I could Write it, but it wouldn't be good.
Wednesday, May 31. Suppertime. A noise from the front of the house. Sounded like something hitting the glass of the storm door. Went to check, hoping to be wrong. Found a small brown bird, maybe a young finch, lying on its side motionless on the sidewalk.
Happened days earlier with a young robin, but the robin was on its feet and moving. Expected that bird to fly away after it got over the impact. Not this one.
Back to the table, but back to the front door minutes later. Bird hadn't moved.
Talked about it with PG. Got a paper towel, intending to place the bird on the landscaped side of the house, where nature would take its course.
Unlocked storm door, and at that noise, the bird suddenly got to its feet, but didn't fly away. It stayed in that position through one or two more follow-up checks. Finally, near sunset, one last check, and the bird was no longer there.
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