She was fluttering helplessly in the middle of the street, just at the on-ramp of Route 66heading south from Glassel Park. I saw he downed.
Thru the side of my eye, while I was practicing safe driving, I managed to conclude that the bird really wasn’t quite at the throes of death. In that split second, I hoped she would lift off before another car came by and splattered her. I slowed down, stopped and sprinted to her snatching her up with a baseball cap