H thought he looked more like a Hank. I think his name was Henry.
When I noticed him on the sidewalk and he wasn't moving and was twitching a little, I was really afraid he was going to get stepped on. Then, a pigeon (who I'm pretty sure was named Danny DeVito) came waddling along and chased him onto the sill. I chased Danny away and called him bad bird names. Then, I called H and we waited for Chicago Bird Collision Monitors to arrive.
I am grateful ~
1/ For Chicago Bird Collision Monitors (I think it's called collision because birds collide with buildings. Yikes.)
2/ Especially Betty, who didn't arrive in a blue van with a twirling bird on top like I was kind of expecting/hoping but who scooped Henry up and took him to bird rehab, which I expect/hope is more effective than Celebrity Rehab.
3/ For that post good deed high. Of course, this is usually squashed by the realization that people like Betty are the real heroes and do good deeds everyday but I try not to let those pesky thoughts ruin my saintly high. It feels too good. I think I'll go find a spider now and not flush him down the toilet.
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