TW FOR MENTION OF ANIMAL DEATH
i saw a dead cormorant on my walk home today. either crested or neotropic. (mind you, this is in a suburban texas neighborhood. very odd find.)
the poor baby was laying on its belly with its beak in the mud. i came back with gloves, and i stroked it, told it i was sorry, saw its little webbed feet, and looked into it’s dead, sunken eyes. i’ve dreamed of petting a non-parrot bird, especially a larger bird, for a while. i knew i never could, due to their nature, but i still dreamed. today i did. it was soft. it hurts that i only got to pet it in it’s death. i guess it’s better that way, though. the poor bird wasn’t stressed by my presence, and i still got to meet it up close.
then i went to micheal’s and bought art supplies. i am so sorry little cormorant, i will honor you, i promise. you are my favorite, sweet bird.