Monday, May 28, 2007
Yesterday I was about to leave for a barbecue when I found a little bird sitting right behind my car. I had seen it hopping around the driveway a day or two earlier. It clearly can't fly, but I can't tell if there's something wrong with it or if it's just too young. It was still breathing, like it was sleeping or something, but I decided that was a bad place for it to be. I used a towel to pick it up and put it in the shade of the bushes. I filled a water bottle cap with water and crumbled up some granola bar. I didn't see if it ate or drank any, but it was hopping around again when I left. I took some pictures of it (attached). It'll probably die, but I didn't want to be the one to make that decision. Kevin (who was at the bbq) said I should have broken its neck and buried it. Yeech.