She flew in quickly and alighted just a few inches from my feet. She was a European Starling, a bird of little beauty and one often considered an ugly nuisance. This one caught my attention. She stood on one limb, the other withered and hanging under her, as she pecked on crumbs dropped by people at the outdoor tables.
She remained long enough for me to study her and marvel at her ability to hop beneath empty tables and chairs that stood in her way. When she was finished, she took off strong and quick, withered limb or not.
I had to admire this speckled, ugly bird for her perseverance and her ability to come to terms with life, handicap or not, bothersome as she might be.
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