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Life doesn’t seem fair sometimes. This, by the way, is nothing abut me, my life, or the state of my social life.
Mum called me outside to help her get a bird down from a tree. It had somehow got its leg caught on one of the small branches, and was spinning around upside down.
At first, Mum was just going to cut it free, but I saw it would just fall and hurt itself even more. So I went inside and got a pile of old towels and sheets to use as some sort of padding. I then put it all into a small bucket. We stood on the ladder and Mum cut the poor thing free while I held the bucket.
When we got it down we saw that thre was only a small sinew connecting the bird’s leg to it’s claw, it was still bleeding. Fuck knows how long the poor thing had been up there. It was so horribly sad to see, I started to cry.
Mum and I both instictively knew what we should do.
The thing was though, we couldn’t do it.
So, we took the bird in the bucket down to the estuary, and left it in some bushes; hopefully no cats will find it there. We left a few ripe grapes there as well, but Mum doubts it will live much longer.
It was horrible, because I knew what we should do. So did Mum, but we just couldn’t do it.
Gah.
Poppi
Mum called me outside to help her get a bird down from a tree. It had somehow got its leg caught on one of the small branches, and was spinning around upside down.
At first, Mum was just going to cut it free, but I saw it would just fall and hurt itself even more. So I went inside and got a pile of old towels and sheets to use as some sort of padding. I then put it all into a small bucket. We stood on the ladder and Mum cut the poor thing free while I held the bucket.
When we got it down we saw that thre was only a small sinew connecting the bird’s leg to it’s claw, it was still bleeding. Fuck knows how long the poor thing had been up there. It was so horribly sad to see, I started to cry.
Mum and I both instictively knew what we should do.
The thing was though, we couldn’t do it.
So, we took the bird in the bucket down to the estuary, and left it in some bushes; hopefully no cats will find it there. We left a few ripe grapes there as well, but Mum doubts it will live much longer.
It was horrible, because I knew what we should do. So did Mum, but we just couldn’t do it.
Gah.
Poppi