It was one summer's afternoon while I was soaking up the sunshine, when I heard a thump only 10 foot away from me. I looked to see what it was; I could see a little cute bird lying on the floor. The little wild bird looked like it had broken it's legs, and couldn't move.
I immediately called my husband, Simon and he came and picked up the little cute bird. I asked him to kill it and put it out of pain. He said, "no" and carried the injured bird into his office, and cared for it by putting the bird in a little box. We could see the little bird could not walk, and its legs kept splitting apart. Simon told me that he prayed to God for its recovery. After 3 hours Simon left it in his office.
On return, we found the little bird had not only recovered, but had flown onto the door window ledge.
Simon called us, and told us the cute little wild bird had recovered; and it was time to watch Simon let the bird fly off in the garden.
However, what happened was lovely, and amazed us. The little wild bird became Simon's friend. The bird would fly off, then hop back onto Simon's finger. We had never seen a wild bird become so friendly, even letting Simon stroke it
The little wild bird seemed to be enjoying a tour around the garden.
