Just as I was closing my eyes for deep breathing meditation, I saw the dark calico streak into the air at the far back of the yard.
she landed in an arc and held a sphinxy pose – and I called out to her
a momentary distraction and a bird shape lifted from the ground and the cat leap again
In socks and scared of the back stairs, I went inside, got the garden shoes, down the inside stairs and out the lower back door
I saw the long wing feathers on the grounds, bird’s feet in the air – burrowing into the longish grass
I pushed the cat aside and slowly untangled the grass from the bird and brought it inside.
I held it loosely, pressing it’s wounded breast to my palm with it’s own weight.
I carefully brushed the loosened underfeathers with minimal pressure and then lightly blowing them loose
when the shock wore off and it’s heartrate calmed, gently tranfered to a loose soft fabric nest – outside on the top of the BBQ
I stood a few feet back and just watched it’s breathing.
I had a smear of bird blood on each hand, but nothing pooled in my palm, so the cat bite was a graze and not a puncture.
I let it watch me for a while and then I tested it’s brain response with a triage finger test of follow the finger with the eyes
it rested for what seemed like over an hour but was really three quarters of
intensity has a way of expanding the time
events that cause thick vs thin memories
it was passing all the triage that I could think of
and I thought that it might need water
so I found a pill bottle and used the lid for a bird bowl
but it flew away at the strangeness of that
what a day
minding it’s own business
a hand ride and a tour of inside a human house
a triage experience, a nest
observing your observer
then allowed to fly away
meanwhile, there’s a cat who needs another collar jingle bell
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