Uncyclopedia, baby birds and long lost friends
I do like uncyclopedia. It's funny.
But that's not really what I wanted to talk about. On Monday I had one of those sequences of crazy coincidences, starting with a lost miner hatchling and ending with a long lost friend I haven't seen in over eight years.
Walking home from the bus stop on Monday afternoon, reading a book (I know, but I always stop while crossing a road, and the new Robert Jordan novel had just come out) and I came across a girl standing in the middle of the footpath. So I stop, and I realise she's looking at something beside the footpath. A little grey and brown ball of fluff, trying to fly but only managing to get an inch or so off the ground.
So I call WIRES, but it's after hours, so I have to wait an hour for them to get back to me. I don't want to move this bird, it seems to have family flying around, so I go home, get some stuff, come back. Bird has moved, family is still around, so I withdraw to a discreet distance to watch. I get dinner personally delivered (falafel roll, yum) while watching the bird, it get's dark, family disappears, and Clifford (who has now been christened by B2 - I'm B1, he's B2) is alone, making attemps at playing chicken on the nearby road, and generally getting himself into trouble. Still no news from WIRES, so we catch Clifford in an old tea towel, put him in a box and take him home. Where we finally get a call from WIRES.
We go through the details with how to look after Clifford till an expert on birds can get back to us, and at the end of the phone call, the operator says "Are you the Briony Doyle who used to..." etc etc, and as it turns out, yes I AM that Briony Doyle - there aren't many of us, though I know of at least one other in Australia (lives in Melbourne, runs tours of some kind, google it). And it's an old friend I haven't seen since not long after we finished high school. So there you go. It IS a small world after all.
So I found a friend, it turns out that Clifford will be just fine... we took him back to his family the next morning bright and early - note to others: little birds that are at the fluttering stage, have family around and don't look injured can probably be left alone. But I'm glad we got interested in Clifford, 'cause otherwise I never would have had my life's little coincidences moment.
Awww, I love a happy ending.
