Today the misses and I went to the local infestation on the planet (that’d be walmart) and went in through the garden department when I noticed something up in the fence. I looked a little closer and it was a bird stuck in the chain link fence. I pointed it to Margaret and both of us were like “poor guy” but I decided I wanted to help it. So a guy with an indian type accent came outside; not because of the bird, but because Margaret sneezed and dropped a pot and broke it; and I pointed the bird out to the gentleman. It was funny, because he kept saying to the bird, “Oh I’m sorry, oh Jesus,” over and over again. And in my stereotypical fashion, I thought he’d be one to say, “oh allah.” (I know I’m an asshole, but it’s experiences like that, that will enable me to grow as a human being).
So the guy gets me a ladder and some gloves so I can rescue the poor thing. While I’m going up to grab this little bird it keeps flapping its wings, because it doesn’t know me or what I’m gonna do to it. I can just imagine how scared it was. So I was gently arranging this little fella so I could free him and I noticed his body was kinda wedged in the fence. Sorta like if you were sitting on a fence post and all you’d have to do is fall to your left and you’d be fine, but this little guy got a wing stuck and everytime he kept flapping he was cutting the fence into his leg. As I was freeing it, it was pooping all over the place. Poor thing must’ve been frightened something awful. As it realized it was free to go it flew off.
Now the sad part. It flew to a transformer and it didn’t land on it. Instead it darted to the grass. I knew at that point something was up with it’s leg. And it kinda hobbled around from that point on. I figured I did all I could; minus calling a vet and paying for this guy’s bill; and finished our shopping.
When we came back around the gentleman that helped me earlier said that the bird can’t fly and plopped out on the concrete roadway and him and his buddy tried to help it back in the grass. He thinks it might be a little disoriented, but who knows. Unfortunately, I think it might die at a young age. It was a baby anyway, but whatever happens, that was in the cards for the poor guy. I’ll pray for him. Sad story, but hey, Superman saved the day!! (hangs head with bad joke)
Our little family currently consists of Darryl, me, along with our pups Lucas & Lily. We've been together for 14 years now, and we love every minute of it. I enjoy all types of crafty things such as knitting, crocheting, photography, sewing, and making cards. Darryl enjoys gaming (both PC and PS3), playing guitar, cooking, and just veggin out. Lucas and Lily just love to sleep, eat, and pets.
