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The Bird

We had a bird fly down our chimney into our fireplace a few days ago. By today, it became clear that it was trapped and would not be able to get out again. Though the cat enjoyed the glass-enclosed spectacle, I felt something should be done. This is Katie's recounting of the events to a colleage of hers:

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From: Katie
Sent: Tuesday, July 24, 2007 10:46 AM
To: Samina
Subject: The bird

is now dead.

Michael killed it this morning it to put it out of its misery. (I saw both the bird and the cat watching the bird last night.) His description of the affair that I just received has left me very disturbed. So I felt the need to share. (I spare you the details, however, which I assure you are worse than your imagination.)

Katie

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From: Samina
Sent: Tuesday, July 24, 2007 10:53 AM
To: Katie
Subject: RE: The bird

Oh my! I'm sorry that the situation worsened with an intentional killing. I trust it had to be thrown in the trash. Thank you for sparing the details, although I'm intensely curious as to how he killed the bird, but I won't ask.

Best,
Samina

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From: Katie
Sent: Tuesday, July 24, 2007 11:22 AM
To: Samina
Subject: RE: The bird

Michael: our avian acquaintance was rather animated this morning, desperately trying to figure a way out
Michael: probably badly dehydrated
Michael: so I put it out of its misery
Katie: omg
Katie: how?
Michael: waited until it was in a corner of the fireplace, then threw an old shirt over it and crushed it to death
Michael: I then took it outside and stomped it underfoot to make sure it was really dead
Michael: wanted to be sure the shirt wasn't protecting it from my crushing blow
Michael: an additional stomp seemed humane
Michael: but I miscalculated
Michael: I thought it was completely wrapped in the shirt
Michael: but the liver escaped onto the sidewalk
Michael: I had to collect it before throwing it away

Comments

  1. Rachel6:12 PM

    Freak!! ;) I say that with affection, of course ...

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  2. Anonymous11:00 PM

    Ooaness, I say this with a hug of sympathy for having to de-liver (bad joke) the bird to birdy heaven. You are one of the few people in the States with access to blue juice and a syringe. If it was injured beyond help, intraperitoneal injection would have done just fine, no?

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