Why can't I just talk to them like Dr. Doolittle?
I haven't been that well since about Friday night (in the past 32 hours I've consumed 8 digestive biscuits, 2 pieces of toast and some apple sauce). Mum's been sick most of the week with something and I guess I got it or I ate the same thing she did. I called in sick to work yesterday (OMG I ONLY HAVE 3 MORE SHIFTS AND THEN I'M FINISHED!!!! MUAHAHAHA!) and today I thought I'd suck it up and go in. Instead of taking my usual bus home dad came to pick me up since I bribed him with a cookie (seriously, I had to buy him a cookie) and he knew I wasn't feeling well. On our way home we went through an intersection and there was this crow just smack dab in the middle of it. It wasn't flying away or hopping around, it was just standing there looking terrified as cars passed it by. I made dad pull over because it was obvious that something was wrong with it. Before I could get back to the intersection though some guy pulled up to it and honked at it and it flew about 20 feet and then just crashed down back on the road. The poor things wing looked kind of mangled. Since this was the opposite side of the street I made dad turn around and take me back. When we got back there there were two people out near it trying to catch it with a towel, but being a bird and not understanding that we wanted to help it just kept flapping and hopping away. I tried to catch it with a cloth grocery bag, but then it fluttered under a parked truck.
In the end we couldn't catch it and while I wish I could have helped more I am glad that we were able to get it out of the intersection so it couldn't get squished by a car.
In the end we couldn't catch it and while I wish I could have helped more I am glad that we were able to get it out of the intersection so it couldn't get squished by a car.