Hello Birdie

Yesterday, after traipsing all over creation in a squillion degree weather and a bazillion percent humidity in search of orange Crocs in a particular size (a gift, mine are purple), I walked into the living room and nearly had a heart attack, because the world's stupidest bird decided to fly into our apartment. Seriously - of all the houses on the street, it had to pick the three-cat household?

I barely blinked and Schnitzel was already on it, so I clapped my hands and shouted loudly until the cats scurried away. I'm not sure if they'd been playing with it for a while, but the bird (which looked mostly intact) just kind of stood there on the floor, facing the wall. I opened the window, picked it up and put it on the window sill but it wouldn't fly away.

I put it in a little box and pondered for a bit what I'd gotten myself into, having to nurse an injured bird having no cage and three cats. When no solution came to me, I took the box outside, sat on the front stoop and waited for the little birdie to fly away. No go. I picked it up and put it on my finger, and it held on tight, but wouldn't fly. I looked more closely to see if something was broken but it didn't seem to be, as it kept rebalancing whenever I moved my finger. I thought I'd be stuck there until M came home and took the night shift with it, but suddenly it just fluttered its wings and flew away.

Was it some sort of sign do you think?