Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Rated R for Disturbing Images

Today at work, after returning from getting our usual frozen tasty pumpkin treats from Einstein Bros., Nicole (yes, the very same Nicole from the famous food smuggling incident, and the very same Nicole from the famous dead bird incident) and I came across a ghastly site that sent me into a downward spiral of pain, anguish, and guilt. It's almost too graphic to show you, but I'm going to anyway. Please take a moment to prepare yourself for what you're about to see.

















There are no words. Your jaw is probably hanging open, just like mine.

R.I.P little bird; one love.

If I had been the one to hunt you down and massacre you with the grill of my car, rest assured that I would have screamed and possibly veered off the road. I also would have made one of my construction guys pick your little feathers out of my grill, because I'd be too grossed out to do it myself. But I would have them do it promptly, because I wouldn't want to leave my car parked there all day with your fuzzy little broken body still stuffed into the slats for someone to take a picture of and post on the internet. I hope that is some consolation to you now.

10 comments:

Erin said...

I am sure tweety feel much better now that you gave him somewhat of a eulogy. R.I.P. little feathered friend, R.I.P. tell 2Pac I said hello

Anonymous said...

Poor little birdie... at least it was already dead when you found it, so that you weren't accused of being cruel for not 'snapping it's neck'

How come some many dead birdies at your work anyways???

Poor little dead birdies.

li'l mil said...

i bet it was jim's car, huh? :) i hate to admit it, but i was cracking up when i saw the picture! it reminded me of a time roxana's family got a BAT stuck in the grill of their van! poor little winged friends.

Anonymous said...

I thought "not even a sparrow shall fall..."

Behold the Lillies of the field...

Anonymous said...

One time, when I was on my mission (don't worry, this isn't an egregious, self-righteous story), some missionaries were driving the mission van, which had a luggage rack on top. The van hit an owl (wing span: approximately 3 feet), which then got caught between the roof of the van and the luggage rack. I'm not sure how they did it, but I think the subsequent euthanasia involved a broom. Maybe they just used a broom to dislodge it from underneath the luggage rack. I don't remember. All I know is that li'l Woodsy is in a better place now.

Anonymous said...

oh good heavens!!

li'l mil said...

i'm really sorry, but every time i see that picture, i can't help laughing! it's the picture itself, not the poor bird's plight.

am i just heartless and cruel?? tell your coworkers that's where you get it from :) HAHAAA.

Bone Junior said...

It's OK, because every time I see the picture, I laugh too. But then I think about how traumatizing it was to see his little foot sticking out of the grill. Then I think about how Ryan & Erin hit an eagle once and then they found a sparrow stuck in their grill. And then I thought about the story that The Jam told me - one of her clients was on a cruise and she had a little yippy dog with her, and out of nowhere, and eagle swooped in and grabbed the dog and flew away with it. True story.

g said...

Oh. My. Gosh. Why couldn't it have been Charles Manson? Do you think we could get a hold of an eagle some how and then leave Charlie out on the lawn and time it perfectly? Then we could just blame it on the eagle! Its the perfect crime!

Bone Junior said...

G - I'm SO on it. Did you know that you can rent predator birds for parties?? I hope you brought your leather arm protector!