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Reader · 08-18-2012, 12:24 AM

A dead bird

I went outside to put fresh water in the bird bath so the birds had cool water to drink and bathe in.

As I was walking toward the bird area, I saw a dead blackbird, or starling, lying in the driveway.

This made me sad and I also felt a bit responsible because I like throwing some seed on the ground to attract varieties that feed by combing through the dirt and grass. I figured a neighbor's cat must have hidden in the bushes nearby and nabbed the poor thing while he was foraging for seeds and nuts.

All of this ran through my head in the 4 or 5 nanoseconds it took for me to take a step or two closer to the lifeless little blackbird, during which time I glanced around to see if a cat did indeed lurk in my shrubbery.

No felonious felines were around, and when I looked back at the bird to consider how to handle removing him, I saw that the dead black bird was now a still black stone.

This made me happy and brought me joy.

08-18-2012, 12:24 AM	#5092
Reader Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Butch, Dyke, Feminist, Contrarian Preferred Pronoun?: She, her Relationship Status: Single Join Date: May 2011 Location: New Jersey, The Garden State Posts: 732 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,308 Thanked 2,229 Times in 586 Posts Rep Power: 0	A dead bird I went outside to put fresh water in the bird bath so the birds had cool water to drink and bathe in. As I was walking toward the bird area, I saw a dead blackbird, or starling, lying in the driveway. This made me sad and I also felt a bit responsible because I like throwing some seed on the ground to attract varieties that feed by combing through the dirt and grass. I figured a neighbor's cat must have hidden in the bushes nearby and nabbed the poor thing while he was foraging for seeds and nuts. All of this ran through my head in the 4 or 5 nanoseconds it took for me to take a step or two closer to the lifeless little blackbird, during which time I glanced around to see if a cat did indeed lurk in my shrubbery. No felonious felines were around, and when I looked back at the bird to consider how to handle removing him, I saw that the dead black bird was now a still black stone. This made me happy and brought me joy.