a happy ending
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seventheThe little bird survived.
I am pretty sure no one gives a metric shit about the bird, but it’s a good happy story, and I’m going to tell it.
Yesterday morning (after the night of the longest crying jag I’ve had in years), Jeff and I went to the garage, fully expecting to find a peacefully dead bird wrapped in a blanket in the shoebox. We were pretty shocked to find, instead, a peacefully empty shoebox. No sign of bird. We looked around a bit, but as we were on our way to work and already late, we didn’t have much time to check for him. We set out some seed and water just in case, but still assumed that he’d crawled somewhere else to die.
When we got back from the gym that night, we found him in the corner of the garage, still looking crippled and terrible, but completely alert: his little head followed us back and forth as we took out the trash and set seed and water a little closer to him. We discussed whether we should put him back in the box to heal, and if there was anything else we could do, and what else would he want from us?
As we talked, he hopped his way right out of the garage, fluttering his poor broken wing a bit, but chirping at the fresh air as if nothing was wrong at all.
I followed him as he hopped through the yard, still shaking his broken wing and oily feathers in a sad and pathetic attempt to fly, but joyfully chirping at every little thing (and, I presume, me, who was following him like the world’s largest and most retarded cat). He hopped through our yard and into the neighbor’s garden, where he proceeded to hide himself in bushes and start the long process of shaking himself clean.
I left him some seed, blew him a kiss, and walked away.
I sort of thought it was a sign. We still felt pretty terrible, since we’d trapped the poor thing by accident, and we’d possibly hurt it worse trying to help it (although I’ll maintain that injured bird > death by trap), and then we’d let it go out into the wilderness with a broken wing and probably injuries elsewhere and without the defense of flight--
but this was the best possible ending of all endings ever since we opened the garage and discovered his sad little body, and I couldn’t help but feel hopeful. This little bird told us where he wanted to go: outside. Not in the box, not in the garage. He wanted out. I’m sure it was best for him.
I'm sure it's a naive way of looking at it, since I got to walk away while he was just fine, so I don't have to know whether he made it to water or got hit by a car of whatever, I can just pretend in my head he was okay, but--
if any bird can survive a broken wing, it’s this tenacious little bastard.
<3 <3 I love him so much my heart broke for him.
And that is my good news for today.
I am pretty sure no one gives a metric shit about the bird, but it’s a good happy story, and I’m going to tell it.
Yesterday morning (after the night of the longest crying jag I’ve had in years), Jeff and I went to the garage, fully expecting to find a peacefully dead bird wrapped in a blanket in the shoebox. We were pretty shocked to find, instead, a peacefully empty shoebox. No sign of bird. We looked around a bit, but as we were on our way to work and already late, we didn’t have much time to check for him. We set out some seed and water just in case, but still assumed that he’d crawled somewhere else to die.
When we got back from the gym that night, we found him in the corner of the garage, still looking crippled and terrible, but completely alert: his little head followed us back and forth as we took out the trash and set seed and water a little closer to him. We discussed whether we should put him back in the box to heal, and if there was anything else we could do, and what else would he want from us?
As we talked, he hopped his way right out of the garage, fluttering his poor broken wing a bit, but chirping at the fresh air as if nothing was wrong at all.
I followed him as he hopped through the yard, still shaking his broken wing and oily feathers in a sad and pathetic attempt to fly, but joyfully chirping at every little thing (and, I presume, me, who was following him like the world’s largest and most retarded cat). He hopped through our yard and into the neighbor’s garden, where he proceeded to hide himself in bushes and start the long process of shaking himself clean.
I left him some seed, blew him a kiss, and walked away.
I sort of thought it was a sign. We still felt pretty terrible, since we’d trapped the poor thing by accident, and we’d possibly hurt it worse trying to help it (although I’ll maintain that injured bird > death by trap), and then we’d let it go out into the wilderness with a broken wing and probably injuries elsewhere and without the defense of flight--
but this was the best possible ending of all endings ever since we opened the garage and discovered his sad little body, and I couldn’t help but feel hopeful. This little bird told us where he wanted to go: outside. Not in the box, not in the garage. He wanted out. I’m sure it was best for him.
I'm sure it's a naive way of looking at it, since I got to walk away while he was just fine, so I don't have to know whether he made it to water or got hit by a car of whatever, I can just pretend in my head he was okay, but--
if any bird can survive a broken wing, it’s this tenacious little bastard.
<3 <3 I love him so much my heart broke for him.
And that is my good news for today.
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Date: 2009-07-01 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-01 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-01 09:39 pm (UTC)Anyway. Yay little bird, go!
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Date: 2009-07-01 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-01 10:31 pm (UTC)2) You're the artist, so go on, tell you're story, we're dying to hear it. And it's a good one.
3) Empathy is a good thing. Thanks for keeping us informed on the plight of the birdie. <3
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Date: 2009-07-01 11:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-01 11:50 pm (UTC)Also. That icon. ♥
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Date: 2009-07-01 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-07-02 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-01 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-01 11:43 pm (UTC)A Love Story
Date: 2009-07-01 11:55 pm (UTC)When he was quite sure he was "One dead bird", however, a pretty, though rather retarded looking cat walked up to him on her hind legs. He had no idea what she was squabbling about, being no expert in large, retarded cats, but she looked quite upset. She flailed about and then grabbed him. "This is it" Birdy braced himself.
He was, quite shocked then, when the retarded cat brought out a box and another, lanky but just as retarded looking cat. Together they made him quite comfortable and tucked him away from the more intelligent cats that most certainly would have eaten Birdy. "Warm and safe", he fell asleep.
The next day Birdy felt much better. He was, however, quite stuck in their house next to the house. How many buildings did stupid cats need? He began exploring, but soon heard sounds and found a safe place. "My cats home" of course, he knew they weren't capable of understanding birdspeak, but they seemed very smart. For, stupid looking cats.
So maybe he could communicate with them. It took numerous attempts, but they finally opened the retarded cat door and let him out! "Freedom for Birdy!" The female retarded cat was a blonde colored tabby. She followed Birdy around, making very strange, excitable sounds. Birdy figured the best thing to do would be to get some distance and heal himself up.
Then he would wait and eat the retarded cat's tomato plants.
Re: A Love Story
Date: 2009-07-02 12:03 am (UTC)OH MY GOD I AM CRYING IN LAUGHTER
Re: A Love Story
Date: 2009-07-02 12:07 am (UTC)1) black soft foam to just cut out the damn Jecht symbol; forget the mesh shirt, I'm totally rocking Otakon in a bikini top
2) black and white bikini top because would Jecht wear a white psychidelic flower pattern on his black bikini?? HELL YES Jecht would wear white flowers on his bikini top. Yes he would. Also it was the only one that would sufficiently support our awesome rack
3) A bandanna with TOTALLY BADASS flames on it to wear on his head
4) really hilarious leather straps to hang off of the shorts like the overall thing only PRETTY GAY.
Re: A Love Story
Date: 2009-07-02 12:11 am (UTC)XD I am going to get tights and the rest on the 3rd, as I am off and this will be official cosplay day.
Oh, and did you have a chance to see my edits to my outline? XD I went kinda crazy.
PS Square's website has this goddamn Rydia math game... YOU WOULD THINK THAT GETTING THE NUMBERS TO MAKE 10 WOULD BE EASY FOR ME!!!!! NOOOOO -_-
Re: A Love Story
Date: 2009-07-02 12:32 am (UTC)I did! Work has seriously been eating me, but I read through 1.5 and I am slowly making comments! <3
That math game is in the FFIV DS version! There are 5 mini-games, one for each final member of the party, and fuck man Rydia's math game IS THE HARDEST, HANDS DOWN except maybe Rosa's minigame. Figures that the girls wouldn't have easy minigames at all, bitches
Re: A Love Story
Date: 2009-07-02 01:46 am (UTC)Re: A Love Story
Date: 2009-07-02 02:04 am (UTC)I promised myself once that I'd never eat it again...
Re: A Love Story
Date: 2009-07-02 01:48 am (UTC)Re: A Love Story
Date: 2009-07-02 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-02 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-02 01:16 am (UTC)I would have probably bawled my eyes out too if it were me.
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Date: 2009-07-25 10:10 pm (UTC)