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so yesterday morning my parents, mike, and i went to a flea market at the blue claws stadium.
when we came back it showed me how sensitive i really am to everyone.
we pulled up in the driveway and see a crow attack a little birdie.
we got out of the car and me and mike ran across the street and scared off the crow. we thought it was just a dead bird.
it turned out the bird was still alive.
i ran inside and got some papertowels and mike picked it up. it was bleeding from its back and back only. the crow poked at it broke its back so it couldnt fly and im guessing poked a hole it its little lung too.
we took it into the backyard away from the crows and tried to save it.
we lied it in a cusioned grass area under the trees.
i sat there for about 10-15 mins the vet wouldnt have been able to do anything.
i watched the little bird try to get up, try to fly, try to cry for its mommy, and try to breath. it was opening its beak as for to gasp for breath.
after a while it took deeper shorter breaths and opening its little eyes...and slowly closed them.
its last breath and last person it saw was me. i didnt want it to die alone. so when it died i bawled i litterally cried for like 5 mins. mike was shocked how emotional it got.
ive never seen anything die before. i felt so bad, and i hate crows!
i burried it in the backyard under the tree where it died. and made a little cross out of sticks.
it was so sad.
poor birdy it was only a baby too.
when we came back it showed me how sensitive i really am to everyone.
we pulled up in the driveway and see a crow attack a little birdie.
we got out of the car and me and mike ran across the street and scared off the crow. we thought it was just a dead bird.
it turned out the bird was still alive.
i ran inside and got some papertowels and mike picked it up. it was bleeding from its back and back only. the crow poked at it broke its back so it couldnt fly and im guessing poked a hole it its little lung too.
we took it into the backyard away from the crows and tried to save it.
we lied it in a cusioned grass area under the trees.
i sat there for about 10-15 mins the vet wouldnt have been able to do anything.
i watched the little bird try to get up, try to fly, try to cry for its mommy, and try to breath. it was opening its beak as for to gasp for breath.
after a while it took deeper shorter breaths and opening its little eyes...and slowly closed them.
its last breath and last person it saw was me. i didnt want it to die alone. so when it died i bawled i litterally cried for like 5 mins. mike was shocked how emotional it got.
ive never seen anything die before. i felt so bad, and i hate crows!
i burried it in the backyard under the tree where it died. and made a little cross out of sticks.
it was so sad.
poor birdy it was only a baby too.