While waiting to pick up Chinese take out at a drive through facing a busy street, we watched a bird get clipped by a car. Our eyes were then completely captivated by the bird now struggling around on the pavement as we cringed and made sorry sounds each time a car just missed or drove over the top of the little creature. Finally Mark (whom didn't share the same sorry and worried feelings) jumped out of the car, grabed a plastic bag and ran out into the street between passing cars and picked up the bird. He sat the bird on the lawn and came back to the car. Mark had completely won the hearts of his children and wife by his heroic act. Of course then we were worried about a cat or other animal carrying off the little bird. In a weak moment we some how talked Mark into letting us take him home and nurture it back to health. It wasn't long and that bird was flying all around our garage and instead of babying the little feathered friend, Mark was chasing it with a broom, trying to get it to fly outside and stop making all its little deposits. Oh the memories...
