Disquiet

[ksmith]

I opened the garage this morning to find a tiny bird, a sparrow or a wren, beating itself against the back window trying to get out. I must have trapped it when I locked up last night, though I didn't hear or see anything that made me think hey, there's a bird in here. It didn't make a move to fly through the wide open door when I entered, but kept bashing against the glass, its little beak gaping.

I opened the window, and it flew out. I hope it it didn't hurt itself while it was trapped. It must have rested at some point during the night, because I don't think it could have survived if it spent the entire time trying to escape.

A bit of sadness on the way home from work. I came upon a traffic jam, and saw a couple of cars blocking one lane, the drivers standing nearby. As I drew close, I spotted something in the road, covered with a blanket. It turned out to be a large dog, a mastiff or an AmStaff. I am guessing it ran into traffic, and cars collided as they tried to avoid it. I don't think it made it, poor thing.

When I got home, I did what most anyone would have done and hugged my two incorrigibles. King thanked me by stealing a piece of mail and dashing around the yard; I had to spritz him with the hose to get him to drop it. He's sound asleep now. My naughty puppy, safe and sound. I wish all pups could be safe and sound.

Comments

[sandramcdonald.livejournal.com]

Poor little bird! I'm glad she found freedom. Poor dog, though. Always sad to see.

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

What bothered me about the dog is that this happened not too far from a place where people turn loose unwanted dogs.I wasn't able to see whether this one wore a collar or was well-fed. I hate to hope that this was a pet that escaped its yard, because that means some family is heartbroken tonight. But the alternative is an animal that was starving and scared and wondering what happened to its people--when you read that a smart dog can reason at the level of a three year-old child, you wonder what goes through their minds at those times.

Maybe I think about these things way too much.