Leesa Logic to the Rescue
Just before the turn to get to the parking garage at my work, I saw a little finch/sparrow in the middle of the road near the double yellow lines. It had some of those new feathers that don't quite lay smoothly so I figured it was a young one learning how to fly or a sick bird. I drove on toward the garage contemplating parking and coming back out on foot, but I figured the bird would be hit by a car before I could get back there, so I turned around, parked right next to the bird, prayed no one would hit it, opened the trunk to get out the cardboard pet carrier and thick mittens I carry around for just such purposes (I need sturdier gloves eventually).
I walk up to the bird, scoop the box next to it in hopes of getting it to fly (or containing it if it wouldn't fly). It flew, but not very far. So I looked like an idiot in the middle of the intersection (thankfully not a busy/speedy one), scooting this bird to at least fly into a tree or into the bushes. It took several attempts. I'm pretty sure flying was a new experience because at one point of the scooting process, it flew at me and barely missed smacking into my shoulder. At one point the bird did smack into a parked car, but I think it was OK. A man walking by stopped to look at my strangely. We had a communication barrier for a bit, english not being his first language, but he finally got the gist of what I was doing.
I'm sure these birds are pests much like starlings are, but I couldn't just leave it there knowing it was too new to flying to get out of the way of a quick moving vehicle.
It always seems to be birds I end up rescuing/scooting, and I'm not very comfortable around them so there's always a bit of a freak out when they fly near me--we're both panicked.
I walk up to the bird, scoop the box next to it in hopes of getting it to fly (or containing it if it wouldn't fly). It flew, but not very far. So I looked like an idiot in the middle of the intersection (thankfully not a busy/speedy one), scooting this bird to at least fly into a tree or into the bushes. It took several attempts. I'm pretty sure flying was a new experience because at one point of the scooting process, it flew at me and barely missed smacking into my shoulder. At one point the bird did smack into a parked car, but I think it was OK. A man walking by stopped to look at my strangely. We had a communication barrier for a bit, english not being his first language, but he finally got the gist of what I was doing.
I'm sure these birds are pests much like starlings are, but I couldn't just leave it there knowing it was too new to flying to get out of the way of a quick moving vehicle.
It always seems to be birds I end up rescuing/scooting, and I'm not very comfortable around them so there's always a bit of a freak out when they fly near me--we're both panicked.