Poor bird

We found a little junko today that had apparently run into one of our big windows and hurt itself since it was huddled in a corner and unable to fly. It looked like its wing was broken, and since we weren't really sure what else to do, we left it there until Cindy (first cousin once removed) got back since she'd dealt with hurt animals like that before. By then it was trying to make a break for the woods, where it would probably have died a slow, painful death, not being able to fly away from the 5 cats on our property, so we tried to catch it and take it to the Pet Emergency Treatment center to be treated if possible or, more likely, humanely euthanized. This is the part I felt really bad about: I think it hurt itself more while it was running from us, and instead of dying calmly in the woods, it died from shock in more pain and abject terror in a dark little shoebox. We never made it to the emergency center.

This incident actually served to highlight something that I've been thinking about between me and Nathan. ( Read more... )