i encountered this fellow in a busy bike lane. i thought him dead but he batted his arms when i pinched him by the scruff to remove him to a patch of ivy. he started breathing, and there were no outward signs of the really bad trauma, so i’m hoping he’d just fallen from his nest and was in shock. i sat with him for a little while.
frequenters to tlc might recall that the last time something like this happened a child was born; well wouldn’t you know it but the very next day from the present encounter was my darlin’s birthday.