Woke up today feeling- Actually, you could hardly call it waking up. Eyes could hardly open, throat inflamed, nose clogged and overflowing (with you know what) and my body felt like it was pinned onto the bed by a tonne of bricks.
Needless to say, the word "sick" did flash across my mind once...or twice, before I finally flipped over, picked up my phone (a very arduous task I assure you) & convinced my boss that I should get a one day sick-break. I told myself & boss that I would work from home instead of infecting the office with pesky germs, bugs & what-nots. With that thought, plops back into bed.
Somewhere in the afternoon, I woke up again feeling way better. Remembering the task at hand, I began preparing to head off to a friend's apartment (better internet connection there you see).
After parking my car, as I was walking up to the apartment I spied a lil' brown & white fella just sitting on one of the car park lots in a distance.
Thinks to self:
"Ooh, pigeon!"
"Hmm.... I'll bet he'll fly off when I'm close by"
(walks on)
(pigeon stays exactly where it is, doesn't even flinch as I stood next to it)
"Okaay... that's not usual pigeon behviour. Something must be wrong with the fella"
(crouches next to it)
In a soft voice: "hey lil fella, what's up with you? You okay...?"
(pigeon looks at me with suspicious eyes & then it closes in an unmistakable grimace)
(studies pigeon more intently)
Brown feathers, peppered with lil' white dots all over, & an all white tail in the back.
To the untrained eye, he looked fine. So I got onto my knees in a crouching position to have a look under the bird.
Gasp: "so there's the problem!"
The pigeon had a rope tangled around both its feet, the rope was cutting deep into its flesh; so deep was the cut that one of it's toe (claw) was severed and hanging on loosely.
"oh dear, you poor thing....
Don't worry, I will help you k? I won't hurt you. I promise."
Plucked out phone, got friend to donate box with newspapers & a slice of bread for the pigeon, picked up the pigeon lightly and deposited it into the box, with friend to drive...off we went to the Vet's.
During the car ride, the pigeon would struggle from time to time. As I had covered the top of the box with newspaper, I couldn't really make out what the pigeon what doing.
At the Vet's:
B: Ah, you again.
A: "Doctor Ben, guess what I have today?"
B: "I don't know, you tend to bring all sorts of funny things. But I hope it's something I like.
Uncovers newspaper. Pigeon lies on its side. Eye half-openened. It's chest unmoving.
A: Oh, no...Doc, is he still alive?
B: (picks up bird and examines him) I'm afraid not. See here (points to the bird's severed toe & tangled rope around both feet), he's been infected with septicemia from the wound. & the rope prevented him from looking from food and water.
A: Did the car ride kill him?
B: No, I'm afraid it was too late when you found him.
A: aw.....that's so sad. I was really hoping.... we could help him.
B: well, God has other plans for him.
A: ....
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You wake up in the morning...and you think that the day's just gonna be like any other...
Well, as Dr. Ben had said, God has other plans.
At least he's not suffering anymore. May he be flying freely in bird heaven.
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