"What was that?" I asked.
"I don't know," Tom answered, lowering his book. "Uh-oh! There's something on the carpet"
"What?" I asked, figuring one of the cats had decided to spit up.
It turned out to be this bird, lying on its side with both cats hovering over it.
I didn't see any blood. Tom touched it and it weakly stretched out a wing. He decided it was not dead but soon would be.
Since I am the critter-disposal person most of the time, I took a paper towel, wrapped it around the bird and took it out the front door to toss into the woods. When I did this, the paper towel unrolled from around it, the bird flapped its wings and flew off, apparently not too much the worse for its adventure.
I hope it made it through the night.
The cats went back to licking their fur.
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