Did I . . .
I was in a rush yesterday.
I had to get my lunch quickly because I had an appointment with the pest control man.
Driving along the road to the food court, I noticed a turtle dove casually strutting on the road.
Well, didn't think much about it. After all, birds instinctively fly away as you approach them.
It was when my car was nearly upon the bird before it started moving.
Shucks! Slamming down the brakes on the main road is tantamount to suicide.
I felt as though my rear left tyre ran over a little plastic bag and there was an explosion of sorts.
Oh no...
Glancing into the rear mirror, I still saw a bird on the road but I thought I saw something beside it.
Reaching the food court, I checked my tyres. No blood but there seems to be some white feathers.
Shucks... I felt a twinge of guilt. My first roadkill. . . In my heart, I muttered an apology to the bird and to God.
45 minutes later after I settled my affairs with the pest control guy, I circled back to the spot for a second look.
The road was spotless. Nothing.
Sigh. Why does the thought of possibly running over one bird give me such grief?
I had to get my lunch quickly because I had an appointment with the pest control man.
Driving along the road to the food court, I noticed a turtle dove casually strutting on the road.
Well, didn't think much about it. After all, birds instinctively fly away as you approach them.
It was when my car was nearly upon the bird before it started moving.
Shucks! Slamming down the brakes on the main road is tantamount to suicide.
I felt as though my rear left tyre ran over a little plastic bag and there was an explosion of sorts.
Oh no...
Glancing into the rear mirror, I still saw a bird on the road but I thought I saw something beside it.
Reaching the food court, I checked my tyres. No blood but there seems to be some white feathers.
Shucks... I felt a twinge of guilt. My first roadkill. . . In my heart, I muttered an apology to the bird and to God.
45 minutes later after I settled my affairs with the pest control guy, I circled back to the spot for a second look.
The road was spotless. Nothing.
Sigh. Why does the thought of possibly running over one bird give me such grief?
Comments
U r kind-hearted :)
Turtle?
What's a turtle dove?
Anyway, knowing that you took the life of something, when you think of it, is no good at all
Hmmm
so dont feel so bad bout it. its the cycle of life. no matter how unnatural it may be. lol
lee ping: Yeah had to see where they were spraying inside the house. It's poison. You can never be too careful. I'm not kind hearted. I just don't believe in simply killing something for no reason.
Poohbearie: Termites. Not kind hearted la...
LM: Someday, somehow, but that will never happen for now.
zeroimpact: It's those slow moving grey brown birds on the floor. Dunno if you call them 'pak kap' in Cantonese but they are not the white doves. You can google the images.
winniethepooh: Hmm... is not wanting to kill unnecessarily equivalent to treasuring life?
bibik nyonya: Birdy Heaven? Doggy Heaven? I wonder...
adrien: Hello. Nice to meet you. Wah! Bird on your windscreen. Blood and bones. Ick!!! I don't envy the task of cleaning your windscreen, dude.
ok.. dead bird? maybe? ... let's play CSI for a mo shall we? No blood? - means no squashed bird unless bird has no blood. You instinctively swirved enough for the bird to go under your car, not your tires. .. might have caught a few feathers. No blood is a sign you are innocent. No blood on the road either? Duuuude, unless somebody immediately went out there with a mop, no way guts and squishy organs got cleaned up before you got there.
It's the conscience that you will be forgiven.
if it makes you feel better.. we can tar and feather you and let everyone jump on you, then pluck all the feathers off at the end?
Let me put the question back to you Jonzz :) After 'hearing' so many comments, I'm curious to know if you've come up with an answer to your own question? "Why does the thought of possibly running over one bird give me such grief?"
winniethepooh: At the time of writing, I was kinda disturbed by it. But as I write and was thinking through the comments, of course I came to this conclusion.