i killed a baby bird

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i live on the third floor of a tenement building - open porches in the back and front, and my boyfriend came home and said "You don't want to see what's on the back porch." Which, of course, made me want to see what was on the back porch.
I killed a tiny tiny baby bird - oh my god it is hard to describe - it didn't even have feathers. i called the animal control officer - but, clearly, nothing could be done. I got some paper towels and picked it up and made a little bed on a table and tried to comfort it. I really tried to give comfort to this tiny thing - its eyes were not even open, and it was just gasping from its little beak.
So we killed it. We put it in a paper bag and killed it by smashing it with a five gallon bottle of water. Now I can't sleep, and I am sick to my stomach.

― aimurchie, Friday, 23 July 2004 01:29 (twenty-one years ago)

Horrible feeling, isn't it? Once I nursed and fed a brand new lamb for over an hour, then it let out this long blood-curdling scream and stopped moving.

― That's the Way (uh huh uh huh) I Almanac (Autumn Almanac), Friday, 23 July 2004 01:34 (twenty-one years ago)

Aw, my sympathy. I had to batter a cat-mauled mouse with a spade the other day, though put that way, it sounds kinda fun. It wasn't.

― Matt (Matt), Friday, 23 July 2004 01:35 (twenty-one years ago)

New murderous answers!

― Matt (Matt), Friday, 23 July 2004 01:35 (twenty-one years ago)

i killed a mouse. he was a little basatrd. he shat all over the place.

― Mike Hanle y (mike), Friday, 23 July 2004 01:51 (twenty-one years ago)

HANLE Y!

― dean? (deangulberry), Friday, 23 July 2004 01:59 (twenty-one years ago)

I must admit that picking it up made me think of chickens. Rotiserie chickens. between stabbing myself in the hand, to the point where I could see the tendons, and handling the tiny baby bird i sort of gained a lot more understanding of vegetarianism.

― aimurchie, Friday, 23 July 2004 02:35 (twenty-one years ago)

I hate killing anything. But I had to kill a chicken once. She was sick and was starting to get pecked by the other birds (chickens are like that), so I grabbed her by the neck, but I felt all those tiny bones and tendons and I, um, chickened out and used the axe instead. It was still bad. I felt horrible for a couple days. Still do when I think of it. Ditto, I ran over a snake recently (thought it was a piece of tire or rubber or something, then had that moment of realisation when it was too late to avoid running it over), and it squirmed all over the road as it died. I felt so bad for it.

― David A. (Davant), Friday, 23 July 2004 02:58 (twenty-one years ago)

(Why'd I say "ditto" just then? I never say "ditto".)

― David A. (Davant), Friday, 23 July 2004 02:59 (twenty-one years ago)

Of course you feel bad, what a nutso thing to do! How'd you expect to feel after CRUSHING A BABY ANIMAL?

― Andrew Blood Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 23 July 2004 03:41 (twenty-one years ago)

This will sound weird or just plain dumb, but wild animals die every day. It is a part of their world and I think they instinctively know it could happen at any given moment, thus, they live and think a lot differently than us. (I don't know how this can be proved.)

Recently, I pulled over on the road to help a large turtle cross. I got out of the truck and was about to carry it when WHAM this idiot in a Mustang winged it in spite of all my arm-waving. The car never slowed. The turtle spun like a dinner plate dropped on a floor.

There was a big splotch of clear liquid and I figured it was either water or piss. The turtle, I'm guessing - 20 years old - seemed all right so I hoisted her to the other side. The driver of the Mustang, who never stopped, got the finger, a lot of rude screaming, and his license reported to the cops.

Christ, there's nothing worse than assholes.

― jim wentworth (wench), Friday, 23 July 2004 04:42 (twenty-one years ago)

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