The Bird
I was house sitting for my Aunt. Everything so far was going great. While watching tv, I heard a loud crash. It sounded like someone threw something at the back-glass door. A little irritated that someone would do that, I got up to investigate. Instead of a seeing a ball on the porch, there was a bird. The bird was a quail. It was moving on the ground in intense pain. Panicked I called my dad.
"Dad, a quail flew into the back-glass door and is still alive, it looks like it is in pain. What do I do?" While explaining this to him, the quail stopped moving. I stared at the face-down limp body. "I think it has died"
"Ok, you just have to get a shovel and bury it."
"Bury it?? Shouldn't I call animal control or something? What if it is still alive?" I did not want to bury a bird. For some reason I kept on picturing the quail still being alive and I would nurse it back to health.
"If it is still alive, put on some glove, pick it up, and twist...."
I interrupted him. There is no way I would kill a quail. I know he was joking, but I really didn't want to have that image in my mind. I had to go to work so after a few more words. I said buy and hung up the phone. I went outside and with a broom nudged the body a little. No movement. I decided to leave the body there and worry about it when I got back from work. I honestly hoped that the quail didn't really die and that it would wake up and fly away or an animal would come and take the body away.
At work we had gotten new floor sets for fall. We had gotten Thanksgiving dishes, and they were set up nicely on a table. The one problem was that the dessert plate came in a set of four and each plate had a different bird on it. The one on top was a quail.
When my shift was over I drove back to my aunt's house. I stopped at Starbucks on the way. I got a Venti Strawberry Acai blended and a birthday-cake-cake-pop. When I got to her house I went to the back door and turned on the light. There was the body of the quail. It hadn't moved. I grabbed a shovel and walked to the back corner of the yard. My dad had told me to either bury it or throw it in the trash. The idea of the dead quail sitting in the trash decaying was just too much for me, so I had decided to bury it. It was dark out so I used the flashlight on my phone. This was quite a scene. I am in the back corner of someones yard with only flashlight and shovel, digging a hole. I honestly felt like I was in a movie. I dug a hole about 1.5-2 feet deep. I walked over to the porch and carried the quail over to the hole using the shovel. Once the quail was in the hole, I quickly covered it with dirt and placed a large rock over it. I walked back inside and texted my dad:
"Dad, a quail flew into the back-glass door and is still alive, it looks like it is in pain. What do I do?" While explaining this to him, the quail stopped moving. I stared at the face-down limp body. "I think it has died"
"Ok, you just have to get a shovel and bury it."
"Bury it?? Shouldn't I call animal control or something? What if it is still alive?" I did not want to bury a bird. For some reason I kept on picturing the quail still being alive and I would nurse it back to health.
"If it is still alive, put on some glove, pick it up, and twist...."
I interrupted him. There is no way I would kill a quail. I know he was joking, but I really didn't want to have that image in my mind. I had to go to work so after a few more words. I said buy and hung up the phone. I went outside and with a broom nudged the body a little. No movement. I decided to leave the body there and worry about it when I got back from work. I honestly hoped that the quail didn't really die and that it would wake up and fly away or an animal would come and take the body away.
At work we had gotten new floor sets for fall. We had gotten Thanksgiving dishes, and they were set up nicely on a table. The one problem was that the dessert plate came in a set of four and each plate had a different bird on it. The one on top was a quail.
When my shift was over I drove back to my aunt's house. I stopped at Starbucks on the way. I got a Venti Strawberry Acai blended and a birthday-cake-cake-pop. When I got to her house I went to the back door and turned on the light. There was the body of the quail. It hadn't moved. I grabbed a shovel and walked to the back corner of the yard. My dad had told me to either bury it or throw it in the trash. The idea of the dead quail sitting in the trash decaying was just too much for me, so I had decided to bury it. It was dark out so I used the flashlight on my phone. This was quite a scene. I am in the back corner of someones yard with only flashlight and shovel, digging a hole. I honestly felt like I was in a movie. I dug a hole about 1.5-2 feet deep. I walked over to the porch and carried the quail over to the hole using the shovel. Once the quail was in the hole, I quickly covered it with dirt and placed a large rock over it. I walked back inside and texted my dad:
"The body had been taken care of..."
Sorry for the morbid post. I do have pictures of the dead quail, but I think it is best if I don't share them.
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