After feeding Scarlett breakfast, she went outside then quickly came back inside making her "I caught something" call and dropped a little bird on the floor. I got her some treats to exchange for taking the bird. I could see the bird was breathing. When I went to pick it up, it flew up and went back down on the floor. The next time I cupped it in my hands it flew to my shoulder. I thought, "You can hang here as long as you need to catch your breath" and slowly walked outside. I stood there about five minutes and took this picture before it flew off into a tree out of sight.
The odd thing was that I had just woken up from an early morning dream about getting a little bird as a gift and loving it immensely. I never dream about birds. So you decide: Premonition or Coincidence?
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