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denThe phone rang at 7am. aagh! It was Helen with a bird rescue for me. AAGH!
The young girl had found it on the front lawn, and placed it in a shoe box lined with clean rags. It was a young friar bird, or leatherhead, a large honeyeater. A cat had caught it and torn its back up badly. The bird was well on the way out by the time I got it.
It is currently dying from choloroform as I write. I'm helping it die faster. I hate this. I feel like a little bit of me dies every time I do it.
The young girl had found it on the front lawn, and placed it in a shoe box lined with clean rags. It was a young friar bird, or leatherhead, a large honeyeater. A cat had caught it and torn its back up badly. The bird was well on the way out by the time I got it.
It is currently dying from choloroform as I write. I'm helping it die faster. I hate this. I feel like a little bit of me dies every time I do it.
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Date: 13 Oct 2001 20:17 (UTC)no subject
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