Lucky and the Finch Attack

I hate seeing animals or people suffer, so when I heard a loud scream from downstairs earlier today, I knew I was about to stumble upon some sort of terrible scene.

When I got downstairs, I found my cat, Lucky, sitting in the living room over a small gray bird. There were feathers all over the place and I was sure the bird was dead, but as I came closer, Lucky moved away and I could see that the bird was still breathing.

I pushed the cat out of the room and then returned to the bird to assess the damage. Its head was down on the ground. Its entire body slumped on the floor. And its beak was clasped tightly to the rug on which the cat had dropped it.

I tried to get some movement out of the animal, but all the little guy did was stare up at me in absolute terror.

After a few minutes of assessment, I picked up the rug on which I had found the little bird and moved it outside. I didn’t know what to do. Should I put it out of its misery? Should I call someone to come and take care of the thing? Or should I simply let it sit there and hope that the little bird would gather up the strength to pick itself up and continue on its way?

Well, this story has a happy ending of sorts, because after about 15 minutes of being left alone, the little bird picked itself up and stood on two feet. Still breathing heavily, it took another hour or so to hop about 6 feet to the base of the house. Then a few minutes later the little guy walked into the grass and disappeared.

I tried to find the little guy a few minutes ago, but he seems to be gone. I hope the little finch was simply in shock and has now continued on its way. Whatever the case, I’m keeping the cat inside tonight.

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