January 11, 2008
Brought back the little dead bird that wouldn’t revive. Must have broken his neck crashing into the window. Tried pressing on his heart and blowing into his beak. Did this for a long time but he stayed limp. So delicate. Buried him here outside the door. You really don’t want to eat chicken when you hold a tiny thing like this in your hands. One second to the next. You never know. Just like when the stray dogs came and I wondered if I’d get attacked. was on the husquvarna thing and just revved the motor and waved them off.