Went on a run this morning and 10 seconds into it found this little guy. Actually, Duke found it. Duke wasn't on a leash and when he saw this little guy in the middle of the street he ran right up to it. I didn't know what it was at first but as soon as it started to try and fly I knew and dreaded what was going to happen next. I was picturing blood and feathers everywhere while I scream and Kate cries.
Well, we have an awesome dog. I called his name and started whistling to him and...he came to me!! I was so proud but mostly relieved.
Once we got back from our "run" the bird was within 15 feet from where we left it and there was a cat prowling around. :/ I'm not a fan of birds, at all, but I couldn't just let this little guy get eaten. So we got a box and brought it home. Cats usually stay away from our yard so maybe it had a chance of living at least one more day. Hopefully it will have flown off by the time we get back from the lake. I'm crossing my fingers.
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