In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
I don't know if it was refreshed from its time in the box, or angry from the walk home, but the damn sparrow flew.
After nearly being stepped on by Taedyn on the sidewalk, outside of pizza plus, by the Main St. bridge over the railroad. After sitting there for 5 minutes while I watched from afar. After still being where I moved it out of the sun and the foot traffic, after I went to the common and found a cupcake box to put it in and talked to Shannon for a while. After letting me bloody pick it up and put it in that box.
And after figuring out what to feed it (and boiling the corn syrup with water) it flew away.
In the house. (And eventually out of the house.)
The ingratitude of some birds.