Roomies, baby bird

Here I am day 4 of no blog. IX webhosting is STILL in the process of recovering servers.  A four day outage is like years in internet time.  It will be quite interesting to see what sort of compensation plan they come up with for customers that haven’t already jumped ship. On a positive note, my email server was restored early this morning so at least that avenue of communication is once again flowing.

Over the weekend Cindy and I had a discussion about living arrangements.  The lease on her apartment is up soon.  The talk was about the idea of her moving in with me at the house.  To some it might sound like a big leap but for those that are more familiar with the situation it really isn’t that much of a stretch.  Cindy already spends a good chunk of time each week at my place.  We have spent plenty of time going through day in and day out together, enough to know there are no major personal obstacles/problems with living under the same roof .

Sharing the living expenses would be a major financial plus for both of us and Cindy is always eager to help me out at the homestead with whatever needs doing.  Really my only two concerns were not being able to my own thing and lack of space.

Cindy has never been the demanding type, just the opposite really.  She loves to do things with me but is fine doing her own thing if I want to do the same.  Space-wise she actually doesn’t have all that much stuff.  Getting her “moved in” really shouldn’t be that involved at all.

So anyway we decided to move ahead with the plan.  I think it will be a good thing for both of us.  It should be complete by this time next month.

So I arrived at work pretty early this morning, before hardly anyone else was there.  As I walked in the door I spotted some movement on the ledge in front of the windows.  As I focused I saw it was a small bird.  The bird looked wobbly and weak, having a hard time standing up and not moving much as I got closer to it, not a good sign.

I went inside but I quickly returned outside with a small box.  My office has about a half dozen feral cats that hang around, the little bird was sure to be killed by one of them if I let it be.  I wasn’t sure what I was accomplishing by bringing the bird inside, perhaps only giving it a quiet place to die.  It allowed me to pick it up and put it in the box with little fuss.

The bird was small and almost looked to me like it could be a baby mockingbird.  He didn’t seem to have a broken wing as he did move around a bit and was able to keep both of his wings tucked back in what looked like a normal position.

I wondered if it was a baby that dropped out of a nest.  I went back outside and looked at the nearby trees, seeing if I could spot a nest.  I saw none.

I got my hands on a plastic cup that I cut the sides off to create a makeshift water bowl for the bird.  I showed the bird to my boss.  She brought in some small pieces of bread in case it was hungry.  The bird didn’t show any interest in either although he did make some noises when I tried to move him around.  The noises sounded like something a baby bird would make.

I told Cindy about my office guest.  She said the wildlife conservancy located near the main post office would be the logical place for the bird to go, if it was a youngster hopefully they could feed it until it was ready to go back out in the wild.  I asked Cindy if she would mind picking it up since her work was nearby, she was fine with it.

So as I worked I would check in on my little feathered friend.  He seemed to just be resting but when he noticed me he seemed more alert than when I first found him.  I had the top of the box open since it seemed obvious he was not old enough to fly.

Cindy told me she was in the parking lot so I walked out with the bird in the box, showing some co-workers along the way.  I found Cindy in the lot and showed her the bird.  Just as she was saying how cute it was the bird took off and flew to a set of trees 100 feet away.  My mouth dropped open as I looked at Cindy.  He can fly!  I was surprised and relieved that the little guy apparently was ok.

I thanked Cindy for stopping by and went back inside with my now empty box.  I guess the bird did actually fly into the window and was just dazed/woozy.  I’m still glad I took him in as I am pretty sure one of the cats would have finished the little guy off without a second thought.

It’s always nice when an animal in need story has a happy ending.