Oldegarlicshnapp
Songster
- May 11, 2020
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In one instance I let my bird out of his brooder. I let him run around since he was a growing boy. I laid my body backward, and crushed him with a portion of my body weight. He couldn’t get up and I knew it was over. He screamed like he was frowning, with his eyes too open. I was his mother and I hurt him worse than anything I’ve ever experienced. He must’ve not moved because he trusted me. In an instant he’s gone and I want him back so badly. I miss him as in he’s missing from where he’s supposed to be. He was the only egg that hatched out of nine, the only one I kissed with lipstick. I had the shell from it and it fell from my hand, broke, while I cried. I killed him. I hurt him. He’s supposed to be growing up into a bird that doesn’t need me or care for me anymore. He made happy noises when I kissed him all over and under his beak. Today is awful and it wouldn’t be if he was just alive like yesterday. When the eggs were dying, I just kept telling my boyfriend I wanted a baby bird to love again.
He was a late hatch, so I had time to read to him and talk to him. He hatched to the sound of my voice. He only stopped crying when I held him. I want him to be alive.
I’ve never had anything I love die and I don’t know what to do with this pain.
I hope it’s okay if I post my face here. If not, please comment below so I can take it down.
He was a late hatch, so I had time to read to him and talk to him. He hatched to the sound of my voice. He only stopped crying when I held him. I want him to be alive.
I’ve never had anything I love die and I don’t know what to do with this pain.
I hope it’s okay if I post my face here. If not, please comment below so I can take it down.