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A bird, a magpie flew in through the window just now and was trapped. Couldnt get out and flailed and flew about like a mad thing. Thankfully the room it flew into was very narrow so the bird was easier to corner.
Gran caught it, and the bird looked so helpless and pretty in her palms that I couldnt help but reach out to touch its feathered head. We carried it to the window opened it wide and set it free. It flew away and afterwards I still felt a nice glow from where i'd touched it, this lovely living thing and like a tingle on my skin the memory of its wildly pounding heart against my hand.
Gran caught it, and the bird looked so helpless and pretty in her palms that I couldnt help but reach out to touch its feathered head. We carried it to the window opened it wide and set it free. It flew away and afterwards I still felt a nice glow from where i'd touched it, this lovely living thing and like a tingle on my skin the memory of its wildly pounding heart against my hand.