The Saga Continues

It died.

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Apologies to Mwina if you are unhappy about your cameo in my blog. Tell me if you want it taken off.

Mwina says in her blog that the little bird would have had a better chance of survival inside the nest... but after hearing what had been said about the brother pushing it out and the mother ignoring it, I don't think any of us quite dared to try and put it back...

In any case, Yang (my HCl teacher) had a good rant about the whole thing. It seems that the nest had been pulled open by some horrible people, and the sunbirds gone. Even the remaining one. The librarians (the nest was right next to the library, remember?), who had been tracking with delight the development of the little birds from egg up, were apparantly heartbroken about the whole thing. I'd visited the nest and peered at the remaining one yesterday after school, who peered smugly back at me, and everything seemed fine. That means the crime had been committed after around 2.30.

Yang was yelling about how bad people were when some cave-mouthed bugger from behind me mentioned that Mwina brought one of them home. Since Mwina was absent and unable to defend herself, I had to try to enlighten him on the circumstances, because he actually thought at first that Mwina was the one who had pulled open the nest. Silly ass. After some frustating attempts trying to explain exactly what nice Mwina did to help the poor bird in very, very inept Chinese (my language always detoriorates when I get agitated), I think he finally got the idea, although he'd better not corner Mwina somewhere tomorrow and start lecturing her about it for any reason. Whoever knows Mwina even marginally and thinks her capable of pulling open a nest and killing innocent sunbird chicks should be made to eat his own tongue fried in soya sauce.

But I know why he's so angry, and I fully approve and agree. WHY pull open a nest with fledgings in it? There was another nest next to the one being occupied -- EMPTY -- if they had wanted to pull a nest so much, they could have pulled that one. This is pure, mindless cruelty. If I'd ever caught a person doing that, I'd be stuffing my homework file down his filthy throat and dragging him to the general office by the nonexistent hair (because I'd have pulled it all out before that). Worse if it had been a girl. I'd have killed her outright.

Though if the brother baby bird had really pushed its sibling out of the nest, I'm kind of glad it died too.

There I go again. I've been surrounded so much by death I've been thinking of it all day.

First the time my mother had to stay back at work because a client in the nursing home she is working at had expired, and the paperwork had jammed due to circumstances at a nearby police station.

Then the news of the Pope's death plastered all over the television, tabloids and newspapers. Every one is so sad. Come on, people. The old man is now beyond pain and probably quite happy in heaven. At least use the money you're spending excessively for media coverage on his funeral on charity or something constructive. He would have preferred that.

Then stumbling out of the elevator at the unholy hour for school and staring full into a coffin surrounded by garlands, incense and people keeping the traditional virgil. Someone was holding a wake at the void deck of my block.

Then, worst of all, the news of the poor little bird.

Literature homework concerning deathly things (read I'm the King of the Castle by Susan Hill), which I had thought I had finished two weeks ago, except that I have recently discovered that there was a second section. It concerns a dead bird too, which is very depressing.

And a truly deadly Amath worksheet due today which we had been given the weekend to figure out. And today I figured out that, to my horror, I had completely forgotten to do it.

That poor little bird...