After dinner, I was sitting outside on the porch reading a blog when I heard this commotion with what sounded like blinds. I didn't know whether it was in my apartment or another so I went inside and looked in our window. I saw the black scrunchy I keep by my computer to pull back the blinds when I want to sitting on the windowsill but there was something else there too. On closer inspection, I realized it was a little black, white, and grey wild bird. I was stunned to say the least. Thinking it was going to start trying to hit the window again, I hurried into the kitchen to grab something to enclose it in. Finding such an implement, I take it back to the window and try to get the bird to go inside. To my surprise, the bird doesn't fly away, nor does it move. Deciding to risk it, I set the container aside and gently reached out with my hands to cup the bird between them like in prayer. The bird moved when I put it in my hands but was seemingly content to stay there. Walking back outside, I tried to decide whether to set it in the flowers (my photographic choice) or to set it on the balcony's edge (my caring for the bird's freedom choice). Initially, I set it on the balcony's edge and grabbing my camera, took a picture of it. But then my mystical side won out and it seemed so wrong to just leave him there so I picked him up once again and took him to where I had been sitting when I heard him. He sat there on my stomach then walked up to my shoulder and just sat there for quite some time. (Enough for me to go on facebook and leave a really cool update.) After relieving himself, he simply flew off into the blue sky and I was left with my holy moment. It is not often we get to share moments like that with wild creatures and I always treasure them.
Tomorrow I'll delve a lot deeper into this story but for now, I just wanted to share it with you.
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