'After
hearing a thump on the bedroom window I looked out and saw a pile of turquoise
feathers on the ground. Before the dogs or cats could investigate I
picked this little unconscious bird up, kept him warm and safe for ten minutes
until he came around. He eventually sat up in my hand, opening and
closing his beak and shaking his head a little. He just sat quietly for
perhaps ten minutes perched on my hand as I wandered around the house. He
decided it was time to return and quietly flew off into the trees surrounding
the lake beside our house. I watched him sit in the trees for a minute or
so bright turquoise in the branches and then off he went - possibly with
a headache.' WF
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