A bird died in my hands this morning. I went outside with the dogs around 6am to feed the pond fish and this black bird was on the ground. It tried to dash away. I could tell it couldn't fly. So I picked it up. It was gasping. It was 80 degrees and humid so I assumed it was overheated so I brought it in. I could hear little squeaks in it's chest when it breathed. I put it by the air vent because the air was blowing. Didn't help. Then I wondered if it was hungry because it kind of seemed like a baby bird wanting food. As I was trying one handed to get the bread open, the milk out (to soak the bread) , it's head fell to the side and it died.
I didn't cry, surprisingly. I felt bad though. I wish I could have saved it.
I googled gasping birds and found that it was probably a respiratory ailment.
I told my husband and he says, "I hope it's not the bird flu."
That'd be ironic wouldn't it. Me dying of bird flu instead of this lurking to come out cancer in my tissues......
