A baby mynah bird was on the stairs leading to our parking structure yesterday after work. Poor thing. It was so tiny that every time the wind blew, it looked as if it would get blown away into the bushes. Two noisy bobo birds, all excited, were fluttering nearby, hanging around just waiting for me to go away so that they could start picking on the baby bird. On top of that, I knew that if the bobo birds didn't end up hurting Baby Mynah then for sure one of the many feral cats that hang around the area would.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't pick it up. I can't do stuff like that . . . I'm too scared. If I had it in my hands and it should start to flutter I would probably end up screaming and flinging it. I called good ole Leslie. She would know what to do. She came and picked up the bird, but wasn't sure what we should do either. I rummaged a box outta my car and Les put Baby Mynah into it.
We took the bird back to the office to see if anyone there would be willing to take it home. One by one we got rejected. Our last hope was the Billing Department down the hall. Everyone there also said no. Until we got to Lehua. Lehua said that her dad loves to take care of birds, and she would gladly take Baby Mynah home. She put a small saucer of water with mashed rice into the box. She knew exactly what to do. Me and Leslie were soooo happy.