rainy days and mondays

So, I had a pretty terrible start to my day today. Aside from the fact that it is gray, pouring rain, and miserable outside...and the fact that it took almost 2 hours to get into work this morning...

When I was walking Napoleon and Josie back from their morning walk, I found this baby bird that was lying on the ground, twitching and fluttering, that hadn't been there two minutes before. It was just barely fluttering and struggling in this complete torrential downpour.

I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't just leave it there like that. So I went back to the house to find some sort of box or protective something. I ended up finding the perfect thing. This weird box from a lamp I got from ikea that looks like a birdhouse. It has two circles cut out of it on either side, so the bird could get out if it wanted (or was able) but still would be taken out of the rain.

So I put on my gloves put a little towel in there, and went back out there, and then the bird wasn't moving.

But then I really didn't know what to do because--was it dead? It's not like I'm a vet. I have no idea. Maybe it's just unconscious or in a little birdie coma. So I put--what is more than likely a dead bird--into this box, covered the top in plastic, and put it outside in back on top of our table covered by an umbrella and weighted with dog food.

The worst thing is, I'm sure it's probably dead. But, how depressing, because I stood there watching it struggle there, not knowing what to do before I ran home to get the box, and it had just happened. I know you probably think I'm crazy, and it's just a bird. But, I felt like it was wrong not to do something. But I couldn't really do anything. Just not a good way to start the week.

Unfortunately, when I get home, I'll probably have to deal with a dead bird.