sad story((

by lyasok © 2018 - Jul, 05

attention !: I'm from Russia, and I do not know much English, so I translated my text using Google translator Excuse me for mistakes and misunderstandings. --- Before leaving on Thursday, when I was waiting for my mother near the house, I saw forty. But it was she who aroused my interest. Clamped between the pipes on the corner of the house, the bird sat and looked around. She did not look sick or injured. I wanted to check what was wrong and began to approach. Strangely, the magpie just looked at me and did not hurry to fly away. But when I could quite touch her hand, the feathered man simply rose reluctantly and went round the corner. This is a strange behavior. Very strange. Surely, you also have such cellars on the sides of high-rise buildings, they are not deep. So, he jumped off there. I was really scared that she would not get out, because she did not fly for some reason. But I was always afraid to take the birds, and even more so wild ones. Not because they can bite, but because I can damage them ... feather there or a wing ... Our car was standing 10 steps from the scene. And dad's in it. I run up and begin to ask, but why, they say, there is not a forty there, sick ? The of the father at me same "crazy", as well as me. Well, he went off with me on reconnaissance. I had suspicions even before my father's help that this was not an adult specimen ... a chick. Does not fly. Not afraid of people. The plumage is so clean, so poured on the tail and on the wings, like new. Plus the sizes are less than usual. In the morning I was awakened by forty oars, apparently then he fell out of the nest... And then my father shouted to me: "So this is a chick" ... I had never before had experience with the chicks, and even more so with wild ones. - and what should I do? - Well, go and get a tree planted And then I fell into a stupor. I'm on the one hand so ... "nice" or something, that I'll hold a real wild bird in my hands, and on the other - I'm so afraid of them ... Okay, it was a little funny after. Imagine: a girl walks with "cancer" after forty and can not catch. Hmm, as they looked at me then ... Well, this chick rang out on the asphalt and then I grabbed it. Finally. Oh, how STILL he FOOD. IT'S JUST AWFUL. Like a siren. He waves his wings, arches his neck, wants to bite, yells . All the passers-by turned at once to me, thought, the bitch again, caught a poor bird and killed for fun sake. mda. And I walked with this vociferous creature to the car. Dad yelling: "Press the wings! Press!" And I seem to dont know how to squeeze them ... Barely handed the baby in the hands of his father and he carried it into the bushes, released, all is well. 25.06.18. 2 pm I'm getting out of the car with my bags. I go to the entrance. I see this picture: Near the path lie 2 wings and tail. forty. those same. clean "young"

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