We only have 2 skylights and the poor thing was bumping into all the beams. This is the skylight he was trying to escape from. I took this photo a while ago to show my Mom my only source of natural light as I sit at my desk.
I tried for about 30 minutes to get him cornered so I could get him into a box. I failed. We called over the Whse Mgr to come but I feared he'd hurt him. Turns out little birdie found a way to get through the ceiling from one office to another & he disappeared into the wall.
I feared that birdie either committed suicide or was going to stay in hiding for the rest of the day. I left the office with a sense of sadness that I didn't see him fly free.
This morning I walked up the stairs and nothing. No noise, no bird poop anywhere, so I began my day. When my boss got in, she went into the office next door and called me. Birdie was dead. He was laying on the floor in a corner. Poor love. He probably had been inside for too long without food or water. Sadly he hadn't eaten the bread I'd left & I don't think he could figure out how to drink from a toilet.
I have decided that next time I am out shopping I am going to go to ToysRUs or a dollar store & buy a butterfly net to keep in the office in case this happens again.
I picked up birdie on a piece of cardboard, put him in a bag & advised the Whse Mgr (who didn't show up yesterday to try and save him) that he had a bird corpse to pick up. When I left the office this afternoon, poor birdie was still where I'd left him. I am going to go in early tomorrow morning & bury him in the front flower bed.
I find it sad that other people didn't think it was sad. After all it was just a bird. Just a bird? Ugh. I know now why I prefer animals to most humans.
