The Bird
I was house sitting for my Aunt. Everything so far was going great. While watching tv, I heard a loud crash. It sounded like someone threw something at the back-glass door. A little irritated that someone would do that, I got up to investigate. Instead of a seeing a ball on the porch, there was a bird. The bird was a quail. It was moving on the ground in intense pain. Panicked I called my dad. "Dad, a quail flew into the back-glass door and is still alive, it looks like it is in pain. What do I do?" While explaining this to him, the quail stopped moving. I stared at the face-down limp body. "I think it has died" "Ok, you just have to get a shovel and bury it." "Bury it?? Shouldn't I call animal control or something? What if it is still alive?" I did not want to bury a bird. For some reason I kept on picturing the quail still being alive and I would nurse it back to health. "If it is still alive, put on some glove, pick it up, and...