Wednesday, July 9, 2014

It Got Weird After the Bird Broke Its Leg

Imagine this:

You pull up to the private home where you will be working for the next several hours. Outside the door there is a bird on its back, lying on the ground unable to fly or stand, and it is crying.


You call your friend who is in front of a computer for the number of the nearest wildlife rescue. Holy crap, there is a BIRD rehabilitation center in the same county, about a half hour away. Seriously, what are the odds?

You forget about working for a while, place the bird in a nicely cushioned box, and use your GPS to find this off-the-beaten path wildlife sanctuary. You start talking to the man who was taking the bird, and find out he was originally from the same town you live in. And the same lake community. And the same street.  You can't make this shit up.

Also imagine you are a Yankee fan, your husband and son are Orioles fans, and take a wild guess what kind of bird it was. Yep, a species of Oriole.

An Oriole saved by a Yankee.

True story.
Nah, nothing odd about it at all.

p.s. we will find out Friday if the bird will be ok. News at 11.



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    1. She's like Mother Teresa, St Francis of Assisi, and Joan Jett, all rolled into one.

  2. But... Did the work ever get done? You can't leave us hanging! Great job saving the bird, by the way.

    1. ah, this was not my story... I was the one at the computer. And yes, we Jersey girls always finish the job we were hired to do... and we save animals. Humans, not so much.