The fog stuck around TinyTown yesterday. We shifted through varying levels of transparency, from atmospheric British period piece, to straight up Silent Hill. Something about this time of year has birds mistaking our big front window as an opening. I’ve heard a few hits over the last week, but no avian injuries as far as we’re aware. We heard a solid thunk in the afternoon, and found a little kinglet stunned in the snow. I’m an absolute softy, so I went out to help. I didn’t want this poor little guy sitting out there in the wet regardless of how long he might have left on this plane of existence.
I picked him up out of the snow and cupped my hands around him until he warmed up a little. We walked out to the front half of the yard, where the ground was clear under the trees. He stayed on my hand for a couple of minutes while I shivered. After a few minutes, he was more alert, and I started to sort of “elevator” my hand a bit. Another minute later, he flew off my palm, onto the tree trunk, and back up into the branches.
So I’m a Disney princess now, I guess.
