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CONNOR
I was on my laptop, ordering equipment for the lab, when Lynne came in with a small cardboard box with holes poked in the lid. “What have you there?” I asked, nodding toward the box, hoping it was not a snake. I'd always had a bit of a fear of them, though I was not quick to admit to that.
She sat down next to me. “My patient.” She lifted the lid so that I could see what was inside. Huddled in one corner of the box was a tiny bird with one wing askew. “He’s injured his wing,” she explained.
I looked up at her. “What are you going to do, put a splint on it?” I asked, amused.
“Hardly. I just have to keep him quiet and make sure he gets enough nourishment until he heals. Then I send him on his way.”
“And how will you know when he’s well enough to be set free?” I asked.
“I won
