I have learned that many times they recover if left alone. Not this time. He/she is tucked in the flower bed away from the cat and dog. Fly away little soul, and thank you for the beauty of your song, the swiftness of your wings and your feathers that reflected the wide open sky. best, e.
I live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I am a wife, mother of two, grandmother to three, and companion to two Newfoundland dogs, one feral cat and ten chickens. We have a wholesale nursery and grow many Japanese Maples.
It's a good life!