Yeah. I know.
I was just driving down the road, minding my own business, when out of nowhere this bird swooped over the road and *thwack* - no more cute little birdie. Nope. Just a pile of feathers and some... other stuff.
I couldn't help it. It wasn't premeditated or deliberate or avoidable. It just happened.
That's the way life goes for birds, you know?
One moment they're soaring above the clouds; the next they're decorating the side of somebody's van with their... selves.
Someone please come mop up my tears. Or not. The floor probably needs to be cleaned anyway.
4 comments:
Katie! Shame on you. He should have a proper burial. The poor thing.
Look at it this way... you didn't kill it intentionally, and you weren't ANGRY either. So, Biblically, I don't think you killed it.
Courtney: Ummm... no. I certainly wasn't going to drive back and pick up the scattered pieces to give them a proper burial. Sorry.
I have nightmares of killing innocent animal while driving. This just intensifies such a fear.
Great. Thanks. ;)
R.I.P. Poor little birdie
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