Chemo- Brain Bird

I’m blaming John’s inability to communicate on his chemo therapy. He came in from outside saying,”Can you come out here and see this?”  But while he talked he had a tiny bird in his hand that stretched out his neck, looking like Waldo with a beak and bit John. The little guy occasionally reaching out one or other wing like he was offering a hand to shake.

I had so many things I needed to know,”Where did you get the bird?”  John’s answer: “I picked him up; come out and see this.” His answer was exactly and always the same as I asked, “Where did you pick him up?” “He just landed in you hand?” “Were you outside when you picked him up?” “Was he on the ground?” “Was he sitting beside you so you just picked him up?” “You told me not to pick up feathers because I’d get lice. Then you pick up a hole bird?”

I asked variations but I never got a variance in answers as we walked outside and all the while we watched an unblinking light in the sky AGAIN. We’d watched the light on previous nights. In the house and after a time I learned that John opened the front door in order to get me and the bird flew in. The bird landed on a table and was stunned for a moment which thrilled our cats.

I think a baby opossum I saw skulking through our large kiwi bush knocked the sleeping bird from his branch and that’s where we put the little fellow after his photo shoot. For a similar strange story about John searching the sky for read my book,’Eagles and Banana Peels’  found as an Ebook or paper back and sold by Amazon and others.   nancymauerman.com

Bird 1

Bird 1

Bird 2

Bird 2

 

 

 

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