The War Dogs
09-09-2005, 04:29 PM
I was standing outside on my balcony, smokin a cigarette, when all of the sudden this group of birds just went nuts, flying off in all directions and FAST. One of them flew right past me and right into the window of my apartment going about 75 MPH. It actually scared me, and I actually said, "Damn!" THUD. And then he was on the floor of my balcony, still alive, eyes open, toungue (or whatever is in their mouth) moving in and out.
I didn't know what to do. Would another bird come by and do beak to beak resusitation? Was there something I was supposed to do? This bird was gonna need brain surgery and fast and I didn't have the tiny instruments to do it much less the knowledge of what to do anyway since I'm not a brain surgeon.
All I could do was just look at this stupid bird. I thought MAYBE he was just dazed and would suddenly get up and fly away but it was not to be. Suddenly a pool of blood formed behind his head and grew into a small puddle, his eyes closed...and he was...gone. So now I had a dead bird two stories up and blood on my balcony. I scooted the bird closer to the railing in order to push him off, hoping that he or she wouldn't land in the person downstairs' balcony but fall all the way to the ground. As I forced him through the railing he fell, banging his head on the railing of the balcony below and onto the ground.
And so there he lays. Dead. I don't know how I will get this blood off...there's no rain in the forcast and I'm not married so I guess it will just dry up and I'll have to avoid stepping in it until we get a good hard rain.
I didn't know what to do. Would another bird come by and do beak to beak resusitation? Was there something I was supposed to do? This bird was gonna need brain surgery and fast and I didn't have the tiny instruments to do it much less the knowledge of what to do anyway since I'm not a brain surgeon.
All I could do was just look at this stupid bird. I thought MAYBE he was just dazed and would suddenly get up and fly away but it was not to be. Suddenly a pool of blood formed behind his head and grew into a small puddle, his eyes closed...and he was...gone. So now I had a dead bird two stories up and blood on my balcony. I scooted the bird closer to the railing in order to push him off, hoping that he or she wouldn't land in the person downstairs' balcony but fall all the way to the ground. As I forced him through the railing he fell, banging his head on the railing of the balcony below and onto the ground.
And so there he lays. Dead. I don't know how I will get this blood off...there's no rain in the forcast and I'm not married so I guess it will just dry up and I'll have to avoid stepping in it until we get a good hard rain.