Windfall

Taking needle in hand I pull the thread tight and wait for the wind to stop blowing madly. We hunkered down inside the protective arms of the willow tree and I held him close, giving my body heat to his small, broken body. At long last, the wind abated. Opening my jacket, I pushed him to the ground and gently held him with my knee. With my hand, I gently extended his wing and inspected the injury.

“Poor fellow.” I said to him gently. “This nasty wind sure gave you a beating.”

Adjusting my glasses, I talked to him in soothing manner until I had sewn his wound closed. Removing my scarf, I wrapped him up and placed him safely back inside my jacket.

It was a long journey home and he would need much time to recover from his injuries.

Windfall

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