Handy studied the old bird, blinking away through the pain in his head and his swimming vision. He must have hit his head tremendously hard on the way down. She seemed… frail. She took in shuddering breaths and moved slowly and deliberately. Her claws shaking with rheumatism, “I’m… Terribly sorry but… You said this was your home?” He asked, she nodded. “How long have you been here?” She sighed.