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Late at night in the summer heat was the perfect catalyst to make a joke about someone being cryogenically frozen.... for frostbite.
I held that poor wet bird to my chest to keep it warm. We sat under the trees for half an hour and eventually it recovered enough to fly away. But before that time it sat in my hard for ages, confused as to why it was still alive. As when I found it is was moments away from drowning. I put a lid on that barrel so it would never happen again.