This sweet thing was in my cat’s mouth the other morning. I took my dishtowel and shooed the cat and gently wrapped the bird. I frantically searched the neighborhood for a red flower.
I felt like a fool, sticking this bird’s beak in flowers, but I really wanted her to live. It was my cat that did the damage to her.
Eventually, she stuck her tongue in the air and I thought she might make it.
I raised her up above my head and off she went.
Not a bad beginning to the day, after all.