I was on my way out to a call. As passenger, while driving, I see on the sidelines of the roadway several crows amongst other types of birds. I thought it odd that all these birds were ringed around something, and not flying away as our vehicle rushed passed so close. As my eyes quickly scanned and accessed the situation, I saw in the midst of all the snow, there was one lone bird in the middle of the other birds' gaze. I am not sure if the creature was alive. I realized he looked disheveled and towards its body the ice and water was a darker color. Therefore, half part of its body was not in snow but submerged in ice, with which had a water layer on the top. Could it be that even birds can fall through the ice?
I was not able to turn around or go back in any manner to see, or to help. I would have on any other day, as it would not be the first time I have helped or rescued a bird. It meant such a great deal to me that I could not stop, so I discussed it with my partner. He mentioned a similar happening in regards to a bird shot on a hunt and how other birds had mourned the occasion. Was this possibly a farewell, maybe even a burial I witnessed within the animal kingdom? Part of me felt that the poor creature was still alive. Part of me felt torn, helpless. I can only hope they were all cheering their feathered friend on to free himself... if per chance he were alive and in such a prediciment.
To finish the conversation, my partner says, "Nature is brutal." I replied (even though I do not like seeing it such, but know it as the truth), "I agree."
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