"Birds of Michigan " part 2

    A noise outside the window caught Hunter's attention, bringing him swiftly back to the moment. It sounded like a bird, a bird in pain. Hunter had always had a fascination for birds. He envied how carefree they were, How strongly they fought against the gusts of wind that came and went as mother nature saw fit. With their varied colors and sizes and freedom to fly anywhere they wanted. Moments like this, with his mind caught in childlike wonder, Hunter would forget to hide. He would smile, and with that smile, relax. Hunter made his way over to the noise and looked out the window. He saw an injured Mourning Dove lying on the frosty earth. Hunter made his way to the front room, grabbed his jacket and swiftly went out the door. As he was rounding the side of the house to the yard outside his window, he saw a beautiful woman with long, golden hair leaning over the bird. She tenderly began to lift the dove up, wrapping the delicate bird in her woven scarf. The woman, becoming aware of Hunter, looked up.
  "Oh, hello. Is this your home?"
  "Ye...yes. I live here. Um... I heard a noise and... well I saw the bird and.. can you tell...is she alive?" Hunter stammered nervously as caught sight  of her startling blue eyes and soft smile. She studied him a moment then let out a small giggle while glancing back down at the dove.
  "She is hurt badly but, yes, she's alive. What's your name, mine's Melinda Parr."