A few minutes ago I was walking on the “Main Street of America.” The grass on the shoulder is high.
A bird flew out of the tall grass, and the right wing looked heavily damaged. It tried to fly, but could manage only a height of about 5 feet, at which point it landed and ran. In a few minutes it tried to fly again, with the same outcome.
All living creatures try to stay alive and all have good times and times that are not so good.
I don’t know where the bird ended up, but I imagine he will keep trying.
That’s what we do!