The Little Bird

Today I saved a bird.

There was this little chickadee-type bird that flew straight into the lobby of the Mansion, and started to flap its way up the stairs. I chased it up to the second floor and eventually we came across this long hallway with all the windows, you know the one. It kept thinking that the windows were open and smashing into them until it just flopped down on the ground.

At that point I wanted to see it if was okay, so I reached down and PETTED IT.

I don't know if you guys know how big of an achievement this was for me, but since I could walk I've been chasing down the brown chickadee birds at my school trying to find one that would let me touch it.

It was very soft and nice.

Then it got a little freaked out, flapped into the nearest window, and pretty much passed out on the windowsill.

At that time a teacher came passing by, and I alerted him of the bird, who was pretty docile and woozy-looking. He picked it up and carried it out to the bridge, and set it down on the edge. A huge gust of wind came by and almost blew it over the edge, but it recovered itself and the teacher moved it to a safer place, whereupon the bird flew away.

And that is the best thing that happened today.