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The baby pigeon He was badly injured, he fell from some huge trees about 23-25 meters high, somehow he survived and fell into the ditch. Thank goodness I was able to rescue him and at least give him warmth and food. After that, I put him in my hat and walked him home through the cold night, where I gave him a small box full of old clothes to give it heat. In the middle of the night I heard it flapping and its wings beating. I quickly got up and it was 2:31 AM. I ran to the box and there was nothing out of the ordinary, But it flapped its wings while lying on its back. As if it didn't even have the strength to stand, I quickly picked it up and placed it resting on my palms. He was still flapping his wings, but at one point he stopped and just kept breathing, breathing and breathing until he simply gave up.I didn't even have the strength to fight; he was always afraid of me and never let me catch him.But being in his final moments, I don't know why he let it happen, and I honestly don't know what he was doing.I burst into tears, feeling the warmth of her little body slowly fading away, leaving this world for.
Then, after about 10 minutes of crying for him, I mustered up the courage to look for something on his already dead body that would justify his death. Searching and searching among its feathers until I found something like a broken bone, or I don't know, that it had in its chest. I simply wiped away my tears, put it away, closed it in its box, and went to sleep. My dad saw me break down in tears but never came, he just rudely told me from his bed to go to sleep, "Stop being a faggot and go to sleep, that fuckass bird was about to die anyway without it's mother." And in part he was right, it was going to die anyway without it's mother.
Then, after about 10 minutes of crying for him, I mustered up the courage to look for something on his already dead body that would justify his death. Searching and searching among its feathers until I found something like a broken bone, or I don't know, that it had in its chest. I simply wiped away my tears, put it away, closed it in its box, and went to sleep. My dad saw me break down in tears but never came, he just rudely told me from his bed to go to sleep, "Stop being a faggot and go to sleep, that fuckass bird was about to die anyway without it's mother." And in part he was right, it was going to die anyway without it's mother.
