Story for the birds

We had a bird thing at work today. A white-eyed vireo--beautiful little bird that over-winters in our neighborhood--crashed into one of our glass front doors.

First we knew of it was when one of our CAD operators, on her way to physical therapy for multiple fractures of leg bones [there's a moral here--don't ride horses unless you're a professional jockey and only then if heavily insured], spied it sitting on the front patio in a decidedly dazed condition.

She called her cellmate on her cell phone, he's a sensitive young gentleman named Timothy, who went out and sat beside the dazed and dumbfounded bird [while feverishly trying to identify it in his Audubon Field Guide] until the bird came to its senses and flew away, about 30 minutes after the the initial trauma as near as any of us could tell.

We did not dock Timothy's pay for goofing off, despite my recommendation that we should.

Island Jim
Southwest Florida
Zone 10

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