Peculiar women

Peregrine Falcon

Ms Honeys POV:

The school bell rang and my students were ending their tasks, while still being calm and quiet. It's the last lesson on a cloudy Friday and in other schools the children would have already packed their stuff and run out of the building home, hoping to miss the upcoming rain, to be able to enter their homes with dry clothes.
I look around and see that some have already finished and are unsure if they can go.

I smile at them and say quietly, my finger in front of my lips "if you don't disturb the others you can of course go already"

Their faces light up and they close their books, letting them fall into their bags. I walk over to the door and say goodbye, wishing them a happy weekend. I go to the window, taking a concerned view outside. A little girl with two pigtails, who is by the school gate turns around and waves goodbye. I smile and wave back, before I gesticulate for her to hurry home, knowing she has a long way and her mother didn't had any time today to pick her up.
After five minutes their are only two students still doing the assigned task. I walk over making sure, if they don't need any help, before I send them home, not wanting them to be in school too long, also fearing that if they get wet they might fall sick at the weekend.

I'm standing in the empty classroom and look around being proud of the colourful pictures my students made, all the rainbows and the happiness, which is radiating from them. I sigh knowing I have to cover them up or we get killed by Agatha. I mean not killed literally, she is mean, but I don't think she would be capable of such a crime. Doesn't everyone has at least one soft and warm spot in their heart? I go around and pull the gray canvases down, hiding the rainbows on the closets. I clean the blackboard and walk to the open window. The air is heavy from the smell of rain, though it's not even raining yet. I close the window. After I had packed my belongings together and had walked out of the room, I locked the classroom door. A door you could easily kick down and that's exactly what Agatha had done a few hours ago, when she had walked in this morning.

I had my bicycle parked outside the school gate, leaning against the fence, which is towering over the loveless schoolyard. The autumn wind is blowing cool around my shoulders, bringing a clam coldness under my clothes. I grab my cardigan closer and walk faster over she still out tried schoolyard. I grab my brown diamond bike, after putting my bag into the basket at the front.

Driving as fast as I can, I try to reach my cottage before it starts to rain. I turned into the wood-dish way, five minutes from my cottage, when the rain - which had started a few minutes ago as a nearly unnoticeable breath- became heavy. Many large drops came down from heaven, like there was no day after. The sky was night dark and if I wouldn't have had automatic night lamps at my house, I wouldn't have found it. I parked my bike at the gate to my front garden and rushed to the entrance door, my bag pressed to my chest, hoping the items in it are still as dry as they should be. In my rushing I had dropped the key a few times before I was able to take a breath and unlock the door. I hush into my home. Out of breath and wet to the bone, a pool of water building up under neath me. I shivered from the cold wetness, but before I even thought about drying myself, I emptied my bag and made sure all my students works where still dry and unharmed.
I freed myself from my wet clothes, still standing in my tiny floor room, not wanting to bring the wetness further into my house.

I was now dried up, my hair in a towel, dressed in pastel yellow, orange, striped pajamas, a dark reddish brown poncho over my shoulders, sitting at my kitchen table correcting my students work. It would be dinner time in an hour, the rain was still falling heavily and thunder had started to roll.
I was nearly finished with half of my students work and had just taken a sip of my tea, when I heart a loud bird-dish screaming followed by *dump* which sounded like something heavy had fallen against my cottages roof. Scared someone might be outside, who could have get hurt, I left my kitchen. I took my raincoat and rain boots and went outside. The dim light of my garden lamp and the light which streamed out of the open door, lightened up my garden. Standing in the doorframe, I searched the ground for signs of anything living. Just when I wanted to step out and go around my house, I heard noises coming from my roof. It came from my left and thought my heart jumping out of my chest, I went to the noise. This side of the house was nearly out of reach of the lights, only a few shadows could be made out as trees. I was standing there in the dark, the rain trembling again my raincoat and for a while, there where no noises and the only thing you could hear was the rain. Then I noticed something slowly sliding down the roof and before it would drop down and fall unto the ground, I catched it. The heavy weight of its unconscious body, in my arms. I carefully went back inside, the bird pressed against my chest.

I had taken an old blanket and placed the bird on it, near my warm fireplace. It was a peregrine falcon and though I know they have blueish feathers, I've never had imagined them that blue. I carefully touched the bird and checked it's breathing. It was steady, that great so far. I slowly opened the birds wings and noticed, the right wing seemed to be broken. The falcon is still unconscious and I take the chance to take a closer look, noticing it's not broken but outranked. Though I know I'm not a bird except, I try putting it back in place. The wing now looks like the other one and also the opening and closing seems to function perfectly. The peregrine let's go of a long breath, I hadn't known it was holding. I went back into the kitchen and tried to find something a falcon might eat, when I remembered I still had a unfinished steak or more a piece of raw meat in my freezer. I took it out and placed it to warm up over my fireplace. I went back into my kitchen and got a bowl of water for the bird to drink. The falcon shifted into a for a bird probably more comfortable position and thankfully drunk some water. After a few minutes the steak was dried off and I took it back into the kitchen to cut it into pieces.
I placed the meat in front of the peregrine falcon, which happily greeted the food.
The bird was still exhausted had gone to sleep after eating some of the meat and me too was going to bed after putting all the lights and checking on the bird one last time.

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