Oh bird with broken wings...

Today has been quite a day. I woke up to the loud shrieks and squeaks coming from downstairs and I put a pillow on my head to block out the noises. I felt somewhat agitated and annoyed to have my dream disturbed and the sounds grew louder,I was still numb with sleep and as my hazy thoughts grew clearer I suddenly remembered the injured eagle that I discovered outside my gate the other day when I was returning home with two of my pals. I remembered how badly injured it had been with one of its wings totally disjointed from its body and the wound was ghastly to look at, it looked so pitiable that me and my friends were on the verge of crying and at the same time cursing whoever had bought harm to the poor creature, I had later given it food and mixed some medicine in the water although I knew saving it is a lost cause. I had later discovered it had been shot by someone in neighborhood for causing bother, I had been fuming with anger. Even now when I think of it a wave of pain washes over me, and I realized I should be rushing downstairs, I was both sad and relieved at the same time, sad because the eagle was still alive and was in agony and not dead yet, and relieved that it was still alive and maybe there was some hope after all. As I approached it near the little nest at the corner of my garden which we placed it in, I saw that the eagle was lying face down half way out of the nest and struggling to get up from the look of it. I was surprised because since we had bought it under our care it had never moved an inch, and now it had gained some strength. The wound was still nasty but with the help of my dad we had successfully prevented the infection from spreading and it didn’t look as deadly. With my cook’s help I rolled it onto the nest again and we fed it some meat mixed with bread crumbs. After a while, I checked on it the food bowl was empty and the eagle had meat and crumbs smeared on its face. And I wondered to myself, the beast did have quite an appetite!