Sorry I haven't had time to internet lately. If this post seems ridiculous and slightly more random than usual, blame birds. I like birds. I really do. But their personal care and well-being is next to the definition of impossible. They are black holes that will drain all your time and resources and should come with warning labels because I pay taxes, darn it, and my government is totally dropping the ball.
You would really have to be some sort of loony to take in an injured bird. You must keep the cage meticulously clean. I mean, insanely clean. You must have the right foods, and the right temperature; you must have the right foods and the right temperature. All. The. Time. And if you have any sense at all, you must keep yourself, this includes your shoes, gloves, and anything else that comes in contact with the bird, germ free.
So you'd really have to be some sort of nutter to put all that energy into some creature that, in the best case scenario, will fly around your yard for a few months scoffing free lunch and roosting in your trees without paying rent. I would never advise another person to take on the task of fencing off their rhubarb patch and meticulously awarding nibbly bits and clear water. You'd have an easier time sorting space travel than you would rehabilitating an injured bird.
So it's a darn good thing none of that certainly happened.
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