This moment could have gone either way. Without a doubt, my favorite singing bird is a wood thrush (Hylocichla mustelinah). They winter in southern Mexico and Central America but in the summer, a few live and nest in the woods behind my home.
In September, when I was walking up the driveway, I spooked one forging in the leaves to my right and flying away from me, it crashed into my studio windows. I rushed to it in a panic as it lay woozy on the ground. Taking a deep breath, I mustered all the aid and comfort I could manage. Had it broken its neck? Was it going to die?
For awhile, this beautiful creature lay addled in my left hand.
Click: aid and comfort.
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