The day after Hurricane George hit Kanturk, I went to see what kind of damage it did to the town. I was strolling down gradually at my ease when I noticed that there was a bird on the ground. I checked if it was hurt and it was. He had broken its left wing and couldn’t fly so I took it home.
I darted upstairs so my parents wouldn’t see me and I then made a nest for it.
Four days later and his wing was fixed. I tried to leave it off into the wild but when it just wouldn’t take off, I kept it.
(Without telling my parents of course!)