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Tried to Help a Wounded Starling


As I was riding towards my office after dropping the kids off at school, I noticed a tiny bird shivering in the middle of the road.  I stopped, picked him up, walked over to the sidewalk, and thought about what I should do next.  Meanwhile another mom walked by, saw me with the bird in my hand, and told me the story of how she had saved a crow this summer, and that for the whole summer she had a crow friend who followed her around.  Then a dad walked by and said, “Oh look, you have a little starling.”  I told him I wasn’t sure what to do with him; that I wanted to at least get him out of the road.  Then the little bird flew out of my hands and onto the grass a few feet away.  He was obviously wounded.  So I picked up the bird again and moved him into the side yard of the house there.  I told the dad that I just wanted to get him out of the street and somewhere safer, but that he would probably get eaten by a cat or a raccoon.  And the nice dad said to me, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, there is no shortage of starlings in this world.”  I know he was just trying to make me feel better with that statement, but I kind of wanted to say, “Well, there’s no shortage of humans either.”  But I bit my tongue,  placed the bird in a nice little spot under a bush, said goodbye to the dad, hopped on my bike and hoped for the best.