He arrived to my house on a very windy Monday morning, it was a long weekend, so my parents were having breakfast when they saw my dog Mateo running and barking all around the garden. When my Dad went outside to see what was the big deal, He saw a poor little bird trying to run away from Mateo’s teeth. My Dad carried Mateo inside the house and slowly caught the little bird who probably escape from a house around the area, because he didn’t seem like flying high and he was very friendly. My parents fed him and got him cozy; now he is with my Grandma and he has some new friends. My brother says that is a sign of good luck when a bird surprisingly comes to your house.