How to Save a Life....

My housing complex has a glass breezway where residents walk from the front door into the main housing areas. It is entirely enclosed by glass windows. Walking through this glass breezeway is an excellent way to decipher the weather, temperature, an all hell that may be going on outside before you get there. It is not a typical window.

My room window, I have declared, a BIG LIAR! I open my shades to see sun and no breeze in sight. Yeah for a pretty day. Except, you hit the breezeway and feel cold. Very cold! Then you open the door to the outside world -- BAM! Cold, Wind, Freezing!

All the more proof to watch the weatherman I guess.

Anyway, back to my point....

The glass breezeway is not just a weather meter at all. It is also the slayer of wildlife, particularly to those with wings. There have been several victims fallen slain to the attack of the glass windows. Kinda like those commercials where the crows shut the glass doors and the humans walk into it. Over the years of living here I have seen poor little winged souls crash, sometimes fatally, into this breezeway. I have decided these souls must be the "teenage" generation of winged avengers.

Obviously, what else would attempt to fly through these tight little windows that are not very high up in the air anyway? Definitely the "teenage" genra. Do birds do drugs???

The other day, I was working and heard a lot of commotion outside of my window. The breezeway had claimed another victim. A little sparrow (obviously young and dumb), had crashed into my weather meeter and landed on the ground below. Some of the building "girls" had heard the crash and instantly wanted to "save" the little soul. Their good deed for the day I imagine.

I keep thinking, If I had crashed into the wall and been stunned, the last thing I would want to encounter would be these gigantic beings hovering over me....Well, this little guy got lucky.

Upon his demise and my entertainment--these girls were a bit scared of the 1 pound, tennis ball sized being and kept their distance. Instead of touching the demon, they threw a stick at it! This was a nice, long twig -- The kind you could whip your little brother with and make it hurt! Here comes another concussion for the birdie along with the uncommunicated question "Are you alive?"

I am sure if it was dead....they would have run away screaming....

But no, the pure fear from these beings throwing sticks at him caused the little man to up and fly away.....of course it had to be a boy, no woman would be so dumb. We just mature faster you see.

CHEERS for everyone! They saved the birds life! Right?

Probably not, but I am pretty sure he will never visit again!

Moral of the Story.....

If you can't touch it, leave it alone; Sticks never cure a wound; Windows can prove fatal...watch where you fly! Boys--Brains first, then wings!