A bird I couldn’t help
A most unfortunate thing happened, today: I think a crow has died, or soon will. It came flumping down onto the roof across from mine, about two hours ago, clearly in distress, dragging a wing and a foot. I think it might’ve collided with something, or been struck by a car. I rang up Wildlife Rescue, of course, as soon as I saw it, but they said they couldn’t come out to trap an injured animal — too uncertain; building access might not be possible; the animal might escape; trip made for nothing, all that sort of thing. If I wanted their help, I’d have to catch the crow, myself, and bring it in. Clearly a no-go. I tried building management, next, to see if they might be able to grab it and box it up, but it seems there’s a different company in charge of that building; the best they could do was try and get in touch. Not to be deterred, I put on my coat and shoes, marched next door, snuck in behind somebody else…and found myself thwarted once again, when the door to the roof turned out to be locked. I went back down, and hunted through the building directory for the manager’s number, but no dice. Foiled, I went back inside.
When I got there, a gull had discovered the crow, and was pecking it. I didn’t see what happened, next. The crow dragged itself away, and behind a steam pipe. I think it must’ve fallen off the roof, at that point, because the gull backed off. Either that, or it’s still there, crippled and dying. There’s no way to be certain. I went down again, to look for it in the street, but if it did fall down, it promptly hid.
I hope someone finds it, before it’s too late.
A bird one might yet help
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