This is not one of my normal funny ha ha type posts. I can’t sleep right now cause I have this sadness weighing on me. So you already know I had today off from work. Which means I have my honey-do list a mile long that includes cutting the grass.
Ugh! The lawn…..I just need to stop cutting the grass. Nothing good ever happens to me when I cut the grass. Many of you read the dog poop incident. This time it wasn’t so funny. The sad day began from the word go this morning.
It was about 7AM and my wife lets the dogs in the bed all nice and wet because its pouring outside. She pokes at me a few times and said that the one dog had a mouse or mole in it’s mouth. She was all upset that the dog killed another animal. I felt kinda bad as well. But I was asleep and didn’t fully comprehend the whole situation.
I guess the killing occurred in the back yard. My two Jack Russell Terriers love to hunt for small critters. It’s what they are bred to do. She has already seen them romping around with already dead things in their mouth. It was eventually going to happen that my wife was going to witness a kill. So the whole day my one dog was prancing around all proud with his chest puffed out as if he was some bad ass.
Anyway, since I was so rudely woken, I decided to jump on the cutting of the grass since it was supposed to start raining again soon. First things first though. My wife said the boys didn’t do their “business” yet since she did her blood curdling scream to get them back inside after the hunt and kill. So I decided to let them do their thing since I was going to be outside forever cutting the football field.
I opened the door and out pop the two killers to pee. Then I spotted it!
There has been a nest of finches behind our DirecTv dish for about 4 months now. And I guess the baby hatched and was ready to leave the nest cause there he was hopping in the tall grass with a target painted on his back. Luckily the two blood thirsty hounds didn’t really spot it. So I quickly got their attention by offering them some already dead foul, chicken jerky. They ran inside like I just said Kim Kardashian’s dog just posted another X-rated YouTube video.
So I locked the horny bastards inside and proceed to check out the baby bird myself. He was pretty darn cute if I may be so bold. I talked to the little guy and coaxed him to fly away. If not, my dogs would sure get him if not them then the neighbor’s cat would have a good snack. He froze in the grass and his little chest was beating like crazy. He chirped a few times as if he was calling for mommy and daddy. I decided to leave it alone and cut the front yard.
I knew from the first row I cut that it was going to be a bad day. One of the back wheels lost it’s locking nut and rolled off down the hill. RUFKM!!! Seriously!! I spent the next 20 min looking for the damn nut in the high grass. Of course it had to be black and hidden in the shade of the fence. I must have stepped on that damn thing a few times before I saw it.
Tire fixed and sweating like a beast, I was about done with the front. Homestretch! Yup, here it comes……
I think I will have nightmares of this poor little bird. I tried so hard to protect it from the killer dogs today. I allowed it’s family to live on my satellite dish rent free for 4 months. Why today of all the days did he decide to try and fly? I will spare you the details of the carnage but yes I ran the birdy over with the lawnmower. I never even saw it! He had hopped a good distance from where I left him in the back yard. In my wildest dreams I would never have guessed he would be on the other side of the fence. I immediately got sick to my stomach. I think I even cried a little for him. It was more of a man cry though, more sniffle than tear.
I keep replaying it over and over in my head. What could I have done? He too was in the shadow of the fence in the tall grass. I am still sick to my stomach about what happened. I don’t like killing things. I’m more of a live and let live kinda guy. I will defend what I have to when I have to but will not engage in senseless stuff like mowing down little animals on purpose.
I’m not sure what to do about the situation. I feel so bad about what I did. I feel as if I owe the mommy and daddy bird reparation. I think I might just build them a bird house but I would need the go ahead nod from the wife first. I might just be setting up the birds for another heart breaking loss in the killing fields I call a yard.
Rest In Peace little birdy
Rest In Peace little mouse/mole