RIP Swifty.
I am in tears right now. I have lost birds before, but never to my own hands.
I was putting the birds away for the night, all but two had already put themselves away.
My son's Power Wheel truck was parked in the path I herd them down. The other that was out was a female peacock, she jumped over the truck and he climbed on the wood pile, as I stepped back to redirect him, he jumped down and I stepped on his head.
He started convulsing and blood was coming out of his mouth. I had to put him out of his misery. It was the hardest thing I have had to do in a really long time
He was the only pheasant I had. He was almost culled as a baby, but I nursed him back to health.
I was so looking forward to seeing the rest of his colors come in; he had just started
Sleep Softly Mr. Swift
I am in tears right now. I have lost birds before, but never to my own hands.
I was putting the birds away for the night, all but two had already put themselves away.
My son's Power Wheel truck was parked in the path I herd them down. The other that was out was a female peacock, she jumped over the truck and he climbed on the wood pile, as I stepped back to redirect him, he jumped down and I stepped on his head.
He started convulsing and blood was coming out of his mouth. I had to put him out of his misery. It was the hardest thing I have had to do in a really long time

He was the only pheasant I had. He was almost culled as a baby, but I nursed him back to health.
I was so looking forward to seeing the rest of his colors come in; he had just started

Sleep Softly Mr. Swift

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