When your Mom and I were just married and living in a apartment in Newark, I found a blue jay with a broken wing in the park across the street. I had a vet patch him up (he wasn't happy -- 'It's a blue jay, for chrissake, they're not exactly an endangered species!' -- but he took my money. Anyway, the blue jay limped around the apartment for several days with his wing in a sling. As per instructions I took the sling off after a few days, and then we had several abortive flight attempts. When it looked like he was starting to get some stamina (he'd fly from the floor to the couch) I started bringing him downstairs. No luck for a few days, just little 'jumps.' Then, one day (very anti-climactic) he just took off. Dopey romantic that I am, I actually stood around for several minutes, expecting him to fly back, perch on my shoulder and say thank you! The Walt Disney syndrome!
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When your Mom and I were just married and living in a apartment in Newark, I found a blue jay with a broken wing in the park across the street. I had a vet patch him up (he wasn't happy -- 'It's a blue jay, for chrissake, they're not exactly an endangered species!' -- but he took my money.
Anyway, the blue jay limped around the apartment for several days with his wing in a sling. As per instructions I took the sling off after a few days, and then we had several abortive flight attempts. When it looked like he was starting to get some stamina (he'd fly from the floor to the couch) I started bringing him downstairs. No luck for a few days, just little 'jumps.'
Then, one day (very anti-climactic) he just took off. Dopey romantic that I am, I actually stood around for several minutes, expecting him to fly back, perch on my shoulder and say thank you!
The Walt Disney syndrome!
LOL, Dad. I think I actually remember this story from way back. Classic.
:)
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