I was so ready to leave work yesterday. It was so slow. I had a plan for when I got home. First was to take a nap seeing as how I was out so late the night before, then finish some cleaning, dinner, catch up on Supernatural, nothing too exciting but that was ok with me.
I was talking to Mom in the kitchen when I see my phone light up and I have 2 missed calls, both from my best friend. Something was up, she never calls. So I listen to one of the voice mails and I don’t even get through the first sentence which was “Hi Meggie, I picked up a …” I got too excited. I knew she picked up some animal! I deleted the message and called her right away.
It turns out she was driving down a busy main road in town when she saw a Robin flopping and flapping around on the street. Sitting in the left turn lane, she kept checking her mirror and looking at it until she decided to put her car in park and as she explained it “I ran out into the road with tissues like a crazy hippie lady and picked up the bird and put it in my car!”
Then she called me to see where she could take it. I got a box ready, cut holes in the side and put a shirt and towel in it. The wildlife center was closed so she was going to have to keep it over night and take it in the morning.
She got to my house and the bird was on the floor on the passenger side of the car. She thought its neck might have been broken and that’s what it looked like. I picked it up in the towel and it was flapping around a bit and shaking. We laid it in the box and tried to decide what to do next. I was going to stop at a store to find an eye dropper to give it some water since it wasn’t in any condition to get up to drink from a bowl.
Unfortunately after a few minutes, the little bird stopped flapping, stopped shaking and just laid there, its eye started to close. I touched it with my finger and felt nothing, he didn’t make it, but at least she tried to save it!
This is why we’re such good friends. At times, we’re very different at times, but at the core we’re the same. She is the only person I know who is crazy enough to run into the street to pick up an injured bird and this is why I simply adore her.
One crazy, wild heart is perfectly suited for another crazy, wild heart. that is just the perfect recipe for best friends.