We were doing the same ol’ at work on Thursday morning when there was a massive bump against the window. We pulled up the blinds and figured it must have been a bird that flew into the glass. Then we saw it – a Myna lying on its back in one corner of the window ledge. It was alive, but looked like it wouldn’t be for much longer.
MA climbed out onto the ledge to bring the bird in because we didn’t know what to do. We couldn’t leave it there to die either – the crows might eat it. So we put it in a box and put it on the table – it was a fair-sized one, bigger than my hand – and watched its little chest thump really quickly. Blood was trickling down the side of one beak and I wondered if it was going to die on us. So we did what any group of people with not a scientific bone in our body would do: we called the doctor!
It’s a good thing Doc (boss of us Potatoes) is really a medic. Not that he was trained to treat birds. We all looked to him expectantly, and he suggested we leave the bird outside. Yes, to die. If it was indeed going to die.
“What do you want me to do? Do a CT scan? Intubate it?”
Err… guess not. So he found a bigger box and tipped the bird upside down into it. It landed with a thud. Our jaws fell open. And the bird stood! Doc took the box outside, put it under a huge leaf for shade, and tried to scare away circling crows. Mr. Myna was still alive, after all.
Later on, when he went back out to check on it, it was gone. The blood mustn’t have been that serious. And it turns out, Doc did save the bird. CL wonders if it’ll come back to visit us someday.
