By Caitlin Kelly
It always starts with a bang.
We now know what it is — a tiny bird has hit our sixth-floor windows mid-flight and fallen, stunned and possibly injured, onto our balcony.
I heard it, jumped up and was there within seconds to find a tiny gray bird lying there.
We have a routine now. We get water and, very gently, pick them up, hold them and drop a tiny bit of water onto their beak.
If we’re lucky, they revive.
It takes a while — poor wee things are disoriented from the impact.
This little one sat very calmly in my left palm for maybe 15 minutes as (s?)he came back to himself.
What an amazing privilege it is to see and hold a wild creature, even briefly, and help them recover.
Our apartment is literally at the tree-tops so, after a few uncertain hops on the balcony, he flew back into them.