it sucks to be a pigeon in an intersection

especially when you have a broken wing and aren't smart enough to stay on the sidewalk.

i know, because we watched one today. poor thing flapped around in a circle in the middle of the road because it couldn't do anything else, and sort of crouched and backed up every time it saw a car coming. it was horrible. we were sure we were witnessing it's last minutes. especially since we had to go through a really long automated system to contact the humane society and then be on hold for five minutes to get confirmation that there would be someplace to take it after we caught it. we were like "great, they'll get to hear us watch it die."

j did at least go out and scare it back onto the curb once, but it hopped off and into the right turn lane again (better than the left turn lane, where it started). and that one lady did stop and sort of shoo at it with her binder. anyways, we finally got off the phone and set off into the street with a box (the contents of which we spewed all over the floor in our pigeon-rescuing frenzy... health code? what?) and a pair of rubber gloves. looking pretty special.

and the pigeon was nowhere to be seen.

so we wandered around, searching, until a guy comes running out of chipotle across the street. "ma'am! ma'am! are you looking for the pigeon?" "yeah! have you seen it?" (feeling the odd connection of people in traumatic situations) ... turns out a woman had slowed her car and scooped it up while we weren't looking. pretty impressive move, if you ask me. we can only assume she will help it ( it's not like we're in west virginia or anything). so hopefully the pigeon turned out okay after all. we sure decided on relief, and proceeded to spend the next several minutes on the floor laughing. oy! i feel like there should be a moral, but there isn't. life never comes in neat packages when you need it to.