• Yeah, I know. That's why I left it.
    I thought "looking at that fledgling, it's stressed, it's breathing rapidly, it's not moving, it's on its side, its wing looks fucked, if I pick it up I'll stress it further and / or get mobbed by its parents. There is nothing I can do here. And there's nothing I should do"

    Which is why I felt particularly bleak.

  • As a kid, I was perpetually rescuing small birds, putting them in shoe boxes, and nursing them back to health.

    Then the fucking cats would eat them.

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