I hear a thump on my window, figure my unseen cat is fucking around. Then I hear a much louder one, figure some kid is fucking around. So I go outside to yell at him (girls don’t throw rocks). Instead, I find a little goldfinch dazed and confused under the window. Kinda a dumb bird to do it twice. Curtains were drawn too, so not sure what was going though its little avian brain.

So I scooped it up. Was thinking I should go in and grab my camera, since how often do you get to have a bird in the hand? And we all know what one of those are worth. I was also thinking where I should put this thing down so it doesn’t fly into the window again, someplace where it can recover without getting wet or being eaten.

Then is shits in my hand and flies away.

“Fly away, birdy,” I said.

I hope it does well, even though it shit in my hand.

Saved a bird, had it shit on me, think my karma is either looking up, or I am being paid back for something. Guess the next few days will tell me which.