Dawn's Digression.

Friday night I was a little down because of LeChat. I decided I needed comfort food. Taco Bueno. I was craving one of those B.O.B. burritos. Had one of those? If not, you should. I like Taco Bueno because they give you a bunch of salsa with your food. :) Anyway, I was about to get into my truck when I noticed a little birdie behind my wheel. The poor little guy was just laying there breathing really hard. So, I stood there and looked at him. The sight of the apparently dying birdie was a little too much for me in light of the recent Chat events and I just started crying. And this brings out one of my least desirable traits. I'm squeemish when it comes to hurt/dead/dying animals. I won't even flush a fish down the toilet. All I could do was stare at the bird because I was afraid of it. I really hate that about myself. I really want to think I'm a person who will pick up the needy critter and nurse it back to health. But I'm just not. I want it to be okay. And I want to help. But I'm not touching it. So, anyway, I called my girlfriend and cried in her ear until she offered to come look at it. No idea what I thought that would accomplish. I just knew there was a pretty birdie that was sad under my truck. When she got there I gave her some gloves and she picked up MacBeth (I have no idea why that was his name, but for some reason I felt it was. But I didn't call him by that name, it would just make everything sadder.) and we took him inside. She tried to give him water, but he just wasn't interested. Finally we noticed blood coming from his beak. Poor MacBeth. He was a very sick birdie. And on top of being sick, he was scared because humans were messing with him. We finally decided we just needed to let him die, so we put him in a shoebox with a washrag in it and put him on the porch so he could be alone (you know how animals prefer to die alone sometimes). We talked for a bit, and then when it was time for her to leave, we checked on the patio, and MacBeth had passed away.
The sad thing is...he looked just like that bird that's been hanging out by my apartment singing to me in the mornings. I used to tell him (maybe it was him...you never know) good morning when I left for work. MacBeth was buried last night in the backyard.