It felt a bit wrong leaving her there, abandoned in the gutter, an insult beyond the grave, but I knew I had nowhere to put her.
I went in the shop, bought the necessary goods whilst pondering this poor little creature's demise and then began my walk back to the office.
I winced and closed my eyes as a car came swerving around the corner to pull into the side of the road right by this little fellow, as I feared she may get squished....and it was then I knew I had to remove her from this terrible place.
What I did next, you might say is gross or sick or weird....but I hope that if anyone found me dead in a gutter they'd take me to a better place.....
So I found a discarded newspaper and gently picked her up in it and wrapped her in a bag. It was then I knew without a doubt that she was the most beautiful thing i'd seen in a long long time. Not at all death-like, just an unmoving velvety little bird.
Now she rests quietly in a slightly overgrown part of my dad's garden.