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This story takes place just a little while back on June 15th, 2001. Me and my mom had just got back from doing some shopping. Since it was Father's Day shopping dad couldn't come along. The day was sunny and in the mid seventies. We got home at six o'clock. I went and hid my dad's gifts while my mom and dad were talking outside. My dad calls me out about three minutes later and says, "Jon come out here, we've got a bird that's acting really strange." I come out to see a Starling fly and lightly hit our dining room window. Then he fell luckily onto a pile of wood shavings. I went up to him and he didn't try to fly away. He just laid there with his head up catching his breath it looked like. Well my dad went to go get a box to put the starling in while I watched him. He came back in about a minute with a box. The bird seemed harmless and he was because I just picked him up with my bare hands and put him in the box. Didn't even try to bite me. It was a lot more different than picking up a big bird like Marilyn. He stayed it to box about two minutes and he decided to take off. He didn't make it far. First he knicked my Blazer taking off then he lost balance and fell down. It didn't seem like his wings or feet were hurt. It was like he didn't have enough energy to take off. Well I picked him up again and put him back in the box. He took off again, this time it was into the garage. He landed on a toolbox on the shelf. I let him sit there for a minute before he flew outside and around to the south side of the garage which is has two windows. He lost his berrings again and hit the side of the window and fell down into the bush. I knew he couldn't stay there. So I reached down picked him up and he fluttered back down to the same spot. I must have played this little game for about ten minutes finally I got him to grip onto my finger and I pulled him up. I thought he was ready to go and get away from me, but he just sat there. After all those times of picking him up he didn't even try to bite me once. Friendly and trustworthy bird. I must have stood their for another five minutes before he was good and ready to go. Then he just took off to the east and across the neighbors yard.


	The Starling This story takes place just a little while back on June 15th, 2001. Me and my mom had just got back from doing some shopping. Since it was Father's Day shopping dad couldn't come along. The day was sunny and in the mid seventies. We got home at six o'clock. I went and hid my dad's gifts while my mom and dad were talking outside. My dad calls me out about three minutes later and says, "Jon come out here, we've got a bird that's acting really strange." I come out to see a Starling fly and lightly hit our dining room window. Then he fell luckily onto a pile of wood shavings. I went up to him and he didn't try to fly away. He just laid there with his head up catching his breath it looked like. Well my dad went to go get a box to put the starling in while I watched him. He came back in about a minute with a box. The bird seemed harmless and he was because I just picked him up with my bare hands and put him in the box. Didn't even try to bite me. It was a lot more different than picking up a big bird like Marilyn. He stayed it to box about two minutes and he decided to take off. He didn't make it far. First he knicked my Blazer taking off then he lost balance and fell down. It didn't seem like his wings or feet were hurt. It was like he didn't have enough energy to take off. Well I picked him up again and put him back in the box. He took off again, this time it was into the garage. He landed on a toolbox on the shelf. I let him sit there for a minute before he flew outside and around to the south side of the garage which is has two windows. He lost his berrings again and hit the side of the window and fell down into the bush. I knew he couldn't stay there. So I reached down picked him up and he fluttered back down to the same spot. I must have played this little game for about ten minutes finally I got him to grip onto my finger and I pulled him up. I thought he was ready to go and get away from me, but he just sat there. After all those times of picking him up he didn't even try to bite me once. Friendly and trustworthy bird. I must have stood their for another five minutes before he was good and ready to go. Then he just took off to the east and across the neighbors yard. I've never picked up a wild bird like that and then have it sit on my finger. I just think this Starling was out of breath from flying, because it was quite windy out. The End back