Bang! Crash! Pesticle; No!!! (#2)

[Outlaw Pete 2,224]

So, I've been out, ringing, all afternoon. Got everything done I'd set out to. Just sat here, reading shit on here. Waiting for feeding time. Dogs flaked out around me. All is well.

 

Christ! That sounds uncannily like the last time this sort of thing happened, to be honest!

 

Anyway, the door's open. We're all chilled. Then in mid read / type, what ever, I'm vaguely aware that the mad Pesticle has got up and gone into the kitchen.

 

Not a big issue. She can do that. She's the Pesticle.

 

Then, I'm sort of simultaneously aware of these strange sounds. My mind's still trying to focus on what I'm reading / writing. What is she up to out there though?

 

That's when I noticed the other Dogs. They were like stood there, in the door way. Their demeanours clearly conveying;

 

" Oooooh, Dad! Look what Pesticle's doing! We can't stop her. We can't even go out there! Only Pesticle can do that. But, you should see this! "

 

Then, just as my senses had finally received enough input to alert me? In came Pesticle. Jumped straight into Niggy's bed, beside me here. Dropped what ever she'd found and looked at me happily.

 

Not so fast, Pesticle! What's that ye have there ....? ..... O M F G!!! NOooooo!!!!!

 

Wet. Chewed and mangled. The crunched up remains of a male swallow! He'd obviously slipped in over my door and had headed for the glass at the back.

 

Pesticle strikes again! She'd pounced on him and had him by the back door. Poor little soul

 

He was still alive, as it happened. Poor mite. Probably smashed to pieces inside. Pretty well smashed Outside!

 

Twenty odd grams of aerodynamic wonder may get to Africa and back. But, getting chewed on by a bloody great American Bulldog?!

 

So, it was goodnight from him. Poor thing. I couldn't find it in me to crack his head. That's just beyond the code. But, I determined to keep him as 'comfortable' as possible, till he passed.

 

So, I sat here. Poking out one fingered replies to posts. Checking his eyes, each time he writhed or flexed in the warmth of my grasp.

 

Funnily enough, after twenty minutes or so of this, he still seemed quite bright eyed and given to the odd flex.

 

Obviously, I'd checked his wing bones straight away. Fine. I'd just assumed his insides would be pulp. Now though ....?

 

I looked at him. He looked at me. " What ....? " He seemed to say.

 

And my Trainers words came back to me: " Never pass up the opportunity to get a ring on a bird, if ye know what ye doing! "

 

F**k it! Shit or bust! Out to the kitchen we went. I ringed him. Measured him. Weighed him. Took him outside and opened my hand.

 

" What took ye so long in letting me go? Anyway, thanks for the jewellery! " He called, as he flew strongly away. " That Pesticle has one soft mouth, eh? " And he was gone!

[fireman 11,382]

For a creature that can be so delicate there tough buggers eh pete ,good read that and happy for the bird as i'd have said he was a gonner and would have probebly knocked it if it happened with one of my dogs

[skycat 6,174]

Mumbled, slathered on, given a good mushing but not crushed: brilliant read

[forest of dean redneck 12,022]

Amazing ,I've watched that dog take apart a pig skull.

[j j m 6,611]

good news mate

[mule1943 291]

Nice one pete