Monday, June 28, 2010

It's the Circle of Life and it Moves Us All

About a half hour ago, a baby bird made its maiden voyage out of its nest in our back yard. I didn't see it land but it must have been a doozy because the bird is now hopping around with its head tilted way over to the side; I'm guessing it's a broken neck.

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do; can it live shaped like the number 7? Doubtful. Is the death going to be protracted and involve starvation? Probable. Is this just Nature doing her bit? Yes.

Right now, I miss Lupac. I can't say I'm missing the weekly offerings which required a shovel and a weak gag-reflex, but give the cat her due; this situation would be long over by now.

10 Comments:

Blogger thelittlefluffycat said...

there are about a half-dozen baby barn swallows wonky with heat in their woefully undersized half-teacup nest on our patio just now - they won't be falling out for a few days, but that doesn't keep Daniel Striped Tiger from going out every morning to check on them. I feelya.

12:55 PM  
Blogger adventure grrl said...

I love this in that it's dark and funny & totally my humor but... I kinda just want you to put a mini neck brace on that bird and bottle feed it or somethin' too.

12:55 PM  
Blogger Judy said...

I've never seen the movie "Bambi" but I recently read a condensed version to my grand-daughter. SOOO not a happy book. That should tell you the depth to which I feel the pain of animal deaths.

Apparently, that Circle of Life song SHOULD go, "and it KILLS us all..."

I hate death.

Let's all vote against it in the next election.

7:05 AM  
Anonymous Robin Raven said...

Oh NO. :( Praying for a miracle for the birdie. My beloved doggie made me angry only once: when I found her shaking a bird in her mouth. I know it wasn't her fault, but ugh. Took it to a sanctuary, yet it passed anyway.

I was named after a bird and coincidentally always loved them so much. I hope a miracle happened for it.

P.S. Judy, I freaking hate Bambi, even though I have only known the condensed version, not the movie. In my version, the hunter bites it. That's how it should have been written. A cautionary tale against hunting. ;-)

9:19 AM  
Anonymous Kali said...

I have to break my lurking for this. I'd advise taking it to a vet to have it put down. I did that with a rabbit I'd found who had been hit by a car. He had a broken leg, so was stuck in the middle of the road, frantic. It may be Mother Nature, but sometimes, we just have to interfere.

12:21 PM  
Anonymous Elise said...

Oh, my heart breaks for that helpless little bird. I agree with Kali. I hope you'll intervene.

12:58 PM  
Blogger Michaéle said...

Oh, so sad! My two teenage daughters, 16 and 14, have been vegetarians for 4 years due solely to the fact that they are appalled at any abuse or testing done on animals. This was inherently horrific given the day we were driving to school and saw a lovely kitty cat in the middle of the street who had been hit and was trying to get up. God love that person that stopped (and no, I'm shameful that it was not me) but suffice it to say it was a very tearful car ride. I sympathize with you.

7:06 PM  
Blogger Mark F. Moran said...

Hi Quinn,

Finished the book over the weekend on the plane ride back from Billings, Mont. Loved it, especially two memorable entries: Ursula's tale (tail?) — speaking of the circle of life — and the "Okie grandma" line. The second had me crying with muffled laughter, to the point where the flight attendant asked if I was in pain ...

5:53 AM  
Anonymous Kimberly said...

I think I might be a sexist. Let me explain. We have cats. This, of course, means we also have small dead things strewn about our living quarters. It brings us some angst, but is nothing new for the feline-associated human. The strange thing is we usually can't decide how to feel about it (sadness (of course) for the victim....pride for our talented and gifted feline...and disgust/irritation at the mess that must now be cleaned up and properly sanitized. I know I am usually more focused on the mess. Does that make me a bad person?) These mixed feelings are also, probably, nothing new, I imagine. Oh right....the sexist part. We have a male and a female cat. I always assumed it was our male cat bringing home the bacon, so to speak. SHE could never be involved in something so sinister as natural predatory behavior. My mouth hung open so wide the morning when SHE brought in her latest winged toy, played with it (I know I know, I hate that bit too) and then offered it to HIM to have a go. HE batted it once and walked away - apparently disgusted. Please don't think badly of me.

7:52 AM  
Anonymous Kali said...

Want to know the ridiculous thing? The day after commenting on this post, I found a little baby birdie with a parasite infection at school. It was like God was like, "You wanna give out advice? Let's see if you'll follow it!" Alas, the birdie is now with a rescuer three cities away.

10:24 AM  

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