Triticum Turgidum

Lying Dormant and Waiting to Bloom Since 2005

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Location: The Prairie, Illinois, United States

I am a beauty-loving ambidextrous higher-order primate who learned transcendental meditation at 7, statistical analysis at 23, tap dancing at 30, and piano at 35. I tolerate gluten, lactose, and differences of opinion, but not abuse. Or beets.

Monday, May 23, 2005


He died.


The vet told me that usually they put a seizing animal under anesthetic to calm it, but this one had been seizing for so long (as evident by its empty crop--it hadn't been able to eat for quite some time) that the anesthetic itself was the final blow.

The vet suspected that it was a toxic reaction. Either the bird got into something poisonous, or someone poisoned it (see below).

Poor baby.


Blogger katiedid said...

That's so sad... at least you tried to get the poor thing some sort of comfort though. Not everyone would stop to consider the suffering of a small bird, especially a pigeon, which are much loathed where I live.

7:53 PM, May 23, 2005  
Blogger WinterWheat said...

Thanks Katiedid. I must say I'm not a big fan of pigeons and ordinarily ignore them, but it was one of those "How can we walk away from this?" situations for my stranger-companion and me.

At least the little flapper is in peace now. *crosses self, old Catholic habit*

8:32 PM, May 23, 2005  
Anonymous SuburbanSue said...

A sad ending to a sad story. Like you, I hate to see any animal suffer. At least you did what you could for him, Kris. Many people would not have.

Seems you're doing a lot of rescuing lately -- first the woman at the grocery store, and now this bird. Perhaps you are in the wrong line of work -- it could be you are meant to be a paramedic, a social worker, or....???

P.S. Many people on the fragrance board (myself included) miss you and your posts.

11:18 PM, May 23, 2005  
Blogger Jonniker said...

Awww, Kris, I'm sorry. I hate seeing animals injured or suffering. As much as I made light of running over the possum in California, it's kind of haunted me ever since.

6:15 AM, May 24, 2005  
Blogger WinterWheat said...

Sue and Jonna -- thanks for your sweet comments. Sue -- I inherited my compulsion to rescue animals (of all kinds) from my mother, who could NOT turn away a stray and actually went out looking for them.

And poor Jonna, don't feel bad. It was an accident and the possum probably never knew what hit it. I was driving with a friend in high school once and she hit a raccoon. On her way home from dropping me off SHE HIT ANOTHER ONE. She walked around shaken for a week, poor girl. I've never hit one (that I know of) but it's bound to happen sometime, and I'm sure I'll freak out when it does.

But you both should know I have my limits. I killed a spider the other day with no hesitation whatsoever (though I did perform a small toiletside service in its honor as it swirled down).

8:40 AM, May 24, 2005  
Blogger BarbaraFromCalifornia said...

How terribly sad, K.

At least you were able to provide some relief to this baby.

12:48 PM, May 24, 2005  

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