Aug. 12th, 2005

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A year ago yesterday, in this entry, I wrote, "You will have favorite birds, and some of them will die, and you will be very sad. Remember this. During the winter, someone will ask you, "Doesn't it make you sad when they die?" and you'll shrug and say, "Gosh, you get so used to it." You don't. You'll fall in love with a sick little fuzzy catbird or mockingbird or anybird. It will look like something out of a Miyazaki film, and hop around peeping for food, and it couldn't possibly be any cuter if it were pink. You'll fall in love with it, and it will die."

This year it was my barn swallow, Marshmallow, and it just happened about ten minutes ago, or at least that's when I found him. I knew he wasn't right, and he was too thin, but just at around 9:10 he was hopping around on the perch and gaping for food. I fed him and put him back on the perch, where he seemed very content snuggled next to his sparrow buddy, Cookie. I came to the computer to look at a few pages of my story, then got up at 9:30 to feed him again, and there he was on the bottom of the cage, dead.
la_belle_laide: (D)
A year ago yesterday, in this entry, I wrote, "You will have favorite birds, and some of them will die, and you will be very sad. Remember this. During the winter, someone will ask you, "Doesn't it make you sad when they die?" and you'll shrug and say, "Gosh, you get so used to it." You don't. You'll fall in love with a sick little fuzzy catbird or mockingbird or anybird. It will look like something out of a Miyazaki film, and hop around peeping for food, and it couldn't possibly be any cuter if it were pink. You'll fall in love with it, and it will die."

This year it was my barn swallow, Marshmallow, and it just happened about ten minutes ago, or at least that's when I found him. I knew he wasn't right, and he was too thin, but just at around 9:10 he was hopping around on the perch and gaping for food. I fed him and put him back on the perch, where he seemed very content snuggled next to his sparrow buddy, Cookie. I came to the computer to look at a few pages of my story, then got up at 9:30 to feed him again, and there he was on the bottom of the cage, dead.

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