I was devastated. I love animals, especially birds. I watched as both cars drove off without a second glance. I then pulled my motorbike over. I looked at the bird and looked at my bike, no luggage capsule... There was nothing to do but unzip my motorbike jacket and placed the large stunned parrot against my chest. Now If you are not familiar with the Australian Rosella it is quite a long bird, so with my jacket zipped all the way up I had the birds head hear under my chin and the tail tip down down past my belly button.
With all haste I clambered back on my trusty steed and hot tailed it to the nearest vet 20 minutes away. All the way there my jacket was silent and still. I was hoping against hope that the bird was not taking it's final breath (or suffocating in my clothes). Finally I arrived at the vet, as I ungraciously dismounted trying not to jostle my precious cargo. I unzipped my jacked and was shocked by a flurry of feathers, flapping and squawking My rescued bird, was apparently not in need of as much rescuing as I offered. It flew away, hopefully back in the direction I had just relocated it from.
So while I like to think that the warm still environment in my jacket brought the bird back to life the truth is I probably just gave the Rosella a nerve wracking joy ride that only served to further disorient it. Oh well, sometimes you need to remind yourself that you can only do your best and accept that not all good intentions result in an act of kindness :)
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