On sunny days in the Empire newsroom we often open the doors to let in a cool breeze — but this afternoon we got a little more than fresh air — we got a live bird.
We often have crows perched along the railings of the two balconies with access to the newsroom. To my knowledge, today was the first day one of the birds decided he was too good for the balcony and ventured indoors.
Sitting at my desk, I heard a commotion to my right. I looked over and saw a crow flapping around the newsroom. He tried a few times to exit, but was flying into the window — thud — rather than out the door.
My first instinct was to take a photo or video (is it my generation?) but my empathy took priority. I removed the scarf from around my neck and tried to grab the crow the way you would a chicken — wings pinned to the bird's side to avoid more chaos. I grabbed a little far back and had the bird under the wings so he started flapping wildly and, screeching — one can only assume he was yelling "get your hands off me!" Would crows swear if they spoke our human languages?
Luckily, he wasn't in distress by my hands for too long, because I released him on the balcony and he immediately flew off. My scarf now smells a little fishy, but I acted to lessen the negative impact of the bird attempting to escape on his own and feel good about that.
I don't know if my retelling of these few moments can really capture the chaos and nerves that catching an unhappy crow actually entails, but it was probably the most exciting thing to happen at the Empire today.