A Finch in the Hand
No, this is not a post imitating that celebrity priestly blogger to whom The Catholic Fascist paid homage the other day — The view outside my window. This is one of the rare personal stories I share on this blog.
Walking home from my daughter's piano lesson today, my son spotted a small bird sitting in the storm gutter next to the sidewalk. Recognizing it as a Society Finch and knowing it to be one of those rare species that only exists as a domesticated animal, not in wild, I reached down to pick it up and it jumped on my finger. We took it home to the cage that had been empty since we carelessly let our two finches die of heat a few weeks ago by leaving them too close to the air conditioner exhaust, something we had been feeling a bit guilty about.
The bird is not doing well. Perhaps we've done nothing more than give a poor creature made defenseless by a man a safe place to die, rather than ending up as lunch for one of the many feral cats that stalk our neighborhood. Then again, maybe we've deprived some poor, hungry cat a healthy meal.