for the birds part 2: Isn't it ironic?
No less than ten minutes after I posted that entry about killing all the birds in my yard, I walked outside the courthouse for some fresh air.
And there was a pigeon. With a broken wing. He was hobbling around, tilting his head quizzically at me. Why can't I fly anymore? Can you please help me? Yes, that's what he was saying, I know it.
So Bonnie and spot a court officer in the parking lot.
Hey, can you help out this bird?
Sure, I'll go find a cat.
Ha ha. So we go inside and tell the court officers at the desk about the bird. I implore them to shoot the pigeon and put it out of its misery. The one officer gives me a speech, reciting from the court rules and regulation about using a firearm to harm an animal, which you can't do unless said animal (that includes birds) is putting a human being in imminent danger.
He tried to peck me, I swear.
A bird with a broken wing trying to peck you while you're standing ten feet away from him does not count as imminent danger.
We ask the other officer to go save the bird.
He says he will just kick it a few times and it will be dead soon enough.
He goes out and shoves his foot toward the pigeon. The bird takes off, broken wing and all, but falls down almost immediately, on top of a clerk who was sitting on the bench having a cigarette.
Imminent danger! I cry.
So now I'll be sitting here all day thinking of that poor bird just waiting for the hands of death via a stray cat or errant car tire to end it all.
Karma is a bitch.