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Way to go Cedar - TTMamma
We had a few problems with birds smashing into our windows too. I think they were getting a little intoxicated from eating the old shriveled up crab apples.
I tried to help a seagull once. I was at the beach with friends, one of my brothers was there.
There was a seagull that couldn't squawk anymore and it wasn't able to fly, it had a fight with another bird. I decided to rescue it. So I used my beach towel to wrap him up and started to carry him home. I knew a bird lady and she would take care of him.
All my friends told me to leave it alone, it might have rabies, but I didn't listen to them.
I heard one of them yell, "if it dies in your arms you're a murderer."
I continued on my way. I stopped by my cousin's place it was on the way. She wouldn't let me use her phone or call my mom. She said I shouldn't go around messing with dirty birds.
I stomped off up the hill (my house was half a mile from the beach) and when I got inside, I yelled for my mom.
I placed the towel and the bird on the dining room table.
(You can imagine my mother's face, when she saw that.) Still, she saw the look on my face and didn't mention the table. I said, "you've got to call the bird lady, he's going to die!" As she searched for the number, I explained how I discovered him.
I tried to give him some water from a medicine dropper, but his head turned to the right and he slumped and went still. I started to cry. "I'm a murderer, I've killed it!" My mother tried to comfort me, "honey, he was dying, you didn't kill him".
So we headed off in the car to the bird lady's house to see if we could bury him in her yard.
I'm glad your story had a happier ending than mine. Needless to say, my mother probably used an entire can of Pledge to clean the dining room table before we sat down for dinner.
We had a few problems with birds smashing into our windows too. I think they were getting a little intoxicated from eating the old shriveled up crab apples.
I tried to help a seagull once. I was at the beach with friends, one of my brothers was there.
There was a seagull that couldn't squawk anymore and it wasn't able to fly, it had a fight with another bird. I decided to rescue it. So I used my beach towel to wrap him up and started to carry him home. I knew a bird lady and she would take care of him.
All my friends told me to leave it alone, it might have rabies, but I didn't listen to them.
I heard one of them yell, "if it dies in your arms you're a murderer."
I continued on my way. I stopped by my cousin's place it was on the way. She wouldn't let me use her phone or call my mom. She said I shouldn't go around messing with dirty birds.
I stomped off up the hill (my house was half a mile from the beach) and when I got inside, I yelled for my mom.
I placed the towel and the bird on the dining room table.
(You can imagine my mother's face, when she saw that.) Still, she saw the look on my face and didn't mention the table. I said, "you've got to call the bird lady, he's going to die!" As she searched for the number, I explained how I discovered him.
I tried to give him some water from a medicine dropper, but his head turned to the right and he slumped and went still. I started to cry. "I'm a murderer, I've killed it!" My mother tried to comfort me, "honey, he was dying, you didn't kill him".
So we headed off in the car to the bird lady's house to see if we could bury him in her yard.
I'm glad your story had a happier ending than mine. Needless to say, my mother probably used an entire can of Pledge to clean the dining room table before we sat down for dinner.
