yesterday, i was super-excited to get a run in before i had lunch with bob and gave myself plenty of time and got up early (for me. eight thirty!). then, halfway through the run, gigi lunged at something on the sidewalk, which turned out to be a northern flicker (one of only a handful of birds i can name). it half-flew away from us and into the street, barely missing getting smushed by a mini-van. i stopped traffic and ushered it to the other side safely. it was obviously hurt -- its feathers were all messed up and it was looking at me sideways and not flying away. i tried to convince myself that it's part of nature, that birds just die sometimes, etc., and ran a few more blocks, but i couldn't just leave him there.
i turned around and tied gigi to a fence and took off my tank top and chased little flicky through some rose bushes until i cornered him and wrapped him in my shirt. we walked to the community center and got a box from them and i walked home IN MY SPORTS BRA AND SHORTS and then drove him to the audobon society.
they said today that he ate mealworms but is still not doing that much better. they think he ran into a window and then got attacked by a cat, because he acts like he has a concussion or a bloody brain. if it's the latter, he won't live.
i feel strangely like this is the theme of my year, with scout leaving this week to new pastures and then finding the bird. i hope the next desperate animal that crosses my path doesn't hang around for a smelly two months while i find it a home or force me to walk twenty blocks in the rain, looking like some kind of third-rate sports prostitute.
xo
p.s. watch the documentary "how to draw a bunny" about ray johnson. so inspiring and cool!
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