Well, I’m bummed. This evening I stepped out onto my balcony just to do one last check for the day on my “Bird City” which is located in a tree directly behind my house. There was a lot of gossiping going on and squawking, but no major fights. Then, at the corner of my vision, I saw something directly below on my driveway.
It was this little guy. He seemed to be trying to get up, but his attempts were very feeble. It broke my heart! But, what really got to me was the fact that there were three or four flies that kept landing on him! It totally pissed me off! Those despicable little creeps! Here’s this poor little thing trying to hang onto life and they’re treating him like road kill! Don’t they know that these are MY birds? And you don’t disrespect MY birds in my driveway!
I stomped down to the basement and out the garage, hoping that the sound of the garage rising would make the little guy fly away if he could. Meanwhile I was trying to think of what I could do to help him. But, by the time I got there, it was too late. His little eyes were closed and he didn’t move when I came right up to him.
It was so sad. The first thing I did was swat those stupid flies away from him! Then I got a piece of cardboard and gently slid him onto it. Then I went back to the woods and found a shady spot and gently eased him down. I named him Charlie and told him goodbye. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but it was a better death than being run over by my car!
For awhile I was bothered that he died in my driveway. Why in MY driveway? And then it came to me. By now, the birds are used to me. They know that I won’t hurt them. I’m the one always taking their pictures. I’m their “bird lady.” He came to me because he knew I would treat him with dignity. That made me feel better.
(And, if you don’t agree with me, you can just keep it to yourself!)
Goodbye Charlie. I hope your life was good.