Feb. 14th, 2005

I've sort of been forced to help out with the planning of my sister's baby shower.  So far all I've had to do is help with the invitations.  I was at my parents' house working on them when all of the sudden there was a loud bang on the window.  The red tuft of feathers left were a sure sign that a male cardinal was likely to be laying in the snow underneath.  I  had no hopes for the bird.  From the sound of the thud it was obviously dead, but my mother sent me on an expedition to retrieve the bird incase it had just lost consciousness.

When I brought it in she petted it some and commented about it being "So soft.."
The blood coming out of it's beak was not a good sign, and after it spent 15 minutes in a shoe box I declared the bird thoroughly dead.

We made my dad take care of the corpse and washed our hands good after that.

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