The bird that couldn't fly...

The day started as usual... Nothing worth mentioning.

First period was A Maths, had a test. Not bad, I think. I finished the questions. Then it was Geography... Then Chemistry. We did another practical. It was okay, everyone went early for recess.

After recess was E Maths, where we did the 2004 May/June Paper 1 for the first half. Then in Physics we did went through the Section B we were given last week, after which we went to the lab for a Mechanics/Moments Practical. After lunch we continued the Maths Paper 1 for another hour.

After the paper we came down, and I saw the guys playing basketball so I joined in. The 'C' boys did their training after that, we watched for a while.

Me and Jo left, and we sat in front of the parade square. Netball was having their training. After watching a while something caught our attention. A bird, not sure what species it is, landed on the square and skidded, apparently unable to fly properly. It flew, but only briefly, and landed at the Netball net area. When the guys went over 2 other birds flew off, and they thought it was one of them. I was suspicious, because it wasn't so possible and checked under a trolley used for moving the netballs and there it was; on its talons and unable to fly. The cleaner auntie suggested that it was young and wasn't experienced. I thought it was the most logical, considering someone said it didn't have a license for it.

I picked it up, and showed it off. It kept trying to bite my finger using the beak, and even when it did, it wasn't the least painful at all. After a while of maneuvering I had it perch on my finger while I looked for food for it. I went over to the D&T area, and found Connie having a char siew pau and I got a bit of it an fed it to the bird. Then it... Relieved itself on my hand.

I went to the toilet and left it near the basin while I washed my hand, and brought it back to the parade square. Jo suggested we tried letting it fly. So we thried throwing him up, and it just grabbed me harder. When it did fly away, it didn't fly up, and supposedly crashed onto the wall and landed in the bush. We dug it out, and I perched it on my hand again. Talks were about bringing it home... I didn't think so. I have a dog. Not good. Dogs, being curious about anything new, would just scare it to death, or my dog, being him, would be bullied and pecked by the bird until he was scared of it.

I tried throwing it, it just kept going higher on my arm, until it was perched on my shoulder. Great. Now I look like Captain Chua. Can I just hear an "aye, aye"? I took it to Vista Point, where it... Again relieved itself on my shoulder and jumped off. It hid under this bin and I decided to go for a change. After changing out of the stained shirt I could have just walked home, but I decided to go back and check on it and take the bus instead. It was still there, and I took it. It jumped off into the bushes again, and this time I didn't to go beyond visual scanning. Satisfied that he was hidden well, I left.

I only hope it learnt flying or healed whatever it hurt.